Sonnet 1: To my green love,

My love is far greater than all the rest,

Not one has such grace and beauty as she.
With such hair, with such limbs, with skin so fine,
I rush to her each day so I might see.

Her skin is nice like a fresh summer frog’s,

It looks just as green, it shines just as bright.
Her fair hands are circular as a dish,
Dishes which so nicely can catch the light.

I love my love though she stands one foot tall,

I love her without any scent or any bloom.
I love my love above all her peers,
So, I’ll keep her here, always in my room.

And yet do not think I find my love hot,

No, she is a love who lives in a pot.