Sonnet 19
(for Brad - Dr. Diesel)

From a distance as an object admired
For a much greater time than you have known
An ever-increasing wonder, you've grown
In my affections daily; you've required
Nothing in return for what I'm given
By our simple discourse and your respect
It is much more than I'd come to expect
From others, and so I now have striven
To likewise respond in equal measure
Each time we connect. How could I have earned
Such a gift of Grace? I dare not have yearned
In my corrupted state for such treasure
Dearest, my affection will never cease
The riches we possess only increase.