A sonnet, my sonnet. A poem, expressed in a single thought, an idea and a rhyme for a reason so delicate She was my reason, Ursula Marie Javins. She was the light in my darkest skies and the shelter from my hated hours. The grim truth be told, I was invisible in her little world. My name is Gray Thompson, a junior in highschool, a bastard to my family, and just some punk that sat alone from the world. Unless some godly angel looking like Fabio came and made me all hunk-like overnight, Ursula would never see me. It was one of those feelings deep down when you know if only they met you, they’d love you; problem is she’d never meet me, willingly that is. Stalker, nah. Obssessed, what boy wouldnt be? She has fair milky skin, her hair long and flowing and golden like the sunset. Her smile, oh her smile, if I ever smiled hers would be a thousand times brighter. She was perfect and only words could describe her sheer beauty, Why I write her only this.