Here's a poem I wrote recently, in a fake competition for a pretty girl in a class. Still, it's okay.

Sonnet II

Breathing softly before me and chilling my stare
A lonely sweet damsel, virgin daughter so true
Lively vein of purity, prism of virtue
Lulling to reason the cherubim in their fare.
All the while haunted, drenched in unseen danger
Deadly lust and contemplation whisper about
Oft redoubled in a glance or unholy doubt
For their plots are, to thy clean mind, all the stranger.
Absolution is upheld, He is bound to forgive
Grim fates to choice damsels, of fair and soft skin
Undo the untold, redeem stone coldness and sin;
Absent, though, their dark confused rapture doth live.
Render thyself into my arm, we shall not part,
Darkness can't steal you, held close to my heart.