Forgotten, Never

I am no artist of canvas and paint,

No da Vinci portrait may I honour you with,
I am no Michelangelo of marble and stone,
For you, no giant's erect megalith.
No bust of timber can I carve,
Nor any vibrant figurehead,

Or weave a tapestry in silken thread
I am alas only your humble Bard,
All I have I give you, my very own words,
To honour you, my Muse, for time eternal,
In Sonnet form, sometime brief, often simple
That you, my passion, shall be forgotten never ...