Rose, Merlot, Malbec, Moscato, Porte…
As Shakespeare’s sonnets make me think of wine,
So too does another creative sport.
Can you guess that which occupies my time?
Aida, Rigoletto, then Macbeth,
Nabucco, and his Il Travatore,
Otello, Don Carlos, and then Falstaff–
The operas of Giussepe Verdi!
Today was spent in search of all these things,
A token of my love and affection,
A gathering of energy and gifts,
So that your eyes might glance my direction
And know… Though skipped and rushed, my heart still beats
For you, my dearest and sweetest of sweets.
(A sonnet for Eric while goofing off on Christmas Eve)