Sonnet I

The sunset signals the end of the day,
Yet another journey behind us now.
Weather so lovely, I thought it was May.
Already November? I can see how.
But it is a secret I cannot tell.
Time does fly when you're having a blast.
Being in her presence is more than well.
One must stop in remembrance of the past,
realizing what you have is perfection.
This is the secret to love itself, so,
Don't take for granted all her compassion.
Not from the mind, but love, the heart does know.
Now that the secret is out, let me say,
We will live forever, in just a day.