Sonnet to Luke

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art just as long, and truly just as hot.
I don't know how much more a girl can say,
for all my artsy farts, my brain is shot.
Your touch sends tingles up and down my spine.
Your smile could light a hundred thousand rooms.
Your fat and happy babies will be mine.
Your shootin' skills send critters to their dooms.
I love to share life with you--good and bad.
The more I know you, the more I love you,
I like to tease you, even when you're mad.
These days without you make me feel so blue.
Come home and give me snuggles, Mr. Moo.
Cause I can't help miss lovin' on you.