The Love Sonnet 2

The day I saw you, poetry began.
The day you smiled at me;
Rhymes shone upon the daylight skies.
The day you gave my eyes a shy quick glance;
An Octave hissed alliteration to my lips.
The moment I touched your hand,
It was soft, it became warm,
I noticed your lips were trembling, mine were longing.

Then a Sestet finished the love sonnet and—
It was a virgin kiss.
Literature sang:
"When I saw you I fell in love,
And you smiled because you knew."
It is wrong, but I love you.