Love Sonnets

A sonnet need not always be for love
but yet it's love, and in its purest form.

It need not to extol the Lord Above;
an English student, sitting in her dorm,
arranging phrases this way, that way, till
a sentence sounds just right: it draws, it sings!
A river rushing forward, never still.
Stars shoot across the sky, pluck cosmic strings.

Is it a sonnet if no lover hears
adoring, wooing quatrains of clichés;
a mistress is not moved to happy tears?
The reader must decide. The rulebook says:
Review the guidelines, but let poems rule.

This sonnet written by a loving fool.