Sonnetization

Some experiments with romantic poetry.
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I wandered through a bleak and dreary land,
Seeking without hope – I knew not what.
My spirit, like a waste of sun-scorched sand,
Awaiting rain to wash away the ruts.
But soft! the rosy dawn comes to beguile
My weary soul with its soft, loving light.
Approaching with bright eyes and sudden smile,
My love hath banishéd the sullen night.
His sweet caress hath made the desert bloom,
His tender lips doth set my soul aflame.
Naught else exists while he is in the room –
His beauty puts the fairest flow’r to shame.
My love, that art enshrined in my poor verse,
I fain would take for better or for worse.
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My darling, apple of my eye,
Of rosy cheek and curling lash,
Without whom I would fade and die –
Would you mind taking out the trash?
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My love is a deep yellow rose,
The sweetest of any that grows.
With petals so gay,
Much brighter than day –
Quick, pick him now, before it snows!