This is a sonnet I wrote, and a very traditional one. It focuses on the ABAB CDCD EFEF GG rhyme scheme, and is in iambic pentameter; it also focuses on the traditional Shakespearean sonnet theme of wooing a lovely woman. It is one of the few "happier" poems I've written.
I was a tree in winter weeping,
Then you shone, melting troubles,
Perpetual clouds sent scattering,
Their ominous portents snuffed like candles.
Now all is in gorgeous bloom,
Your beauty enough for the world whole,
You could in greed leave life in gloom,
But in sacrifice are yet more beautiful.
You shall never realize the mirth you’ve wrought,
For of yourself you so lowly speak,
While impossible mankind has ever thought,
To in a heart such emotions wreak.
And if I never grow high enough to kiss your smile,
I will never-the-less be content for all my while.