An Ode to Stella: a sonnet

A long while back, my friend Stella asked if I could write a sonnet. I told her that I didn’t know how to do that, but I would teach myself and try to pen one for her. So, after much trial and a lot of error…

My sad Stella, you inspire me to write.
How I dream the way you sleep, walk and bathe,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always feeling about your endless scathe.

Let me compare you to the Superi?
You are more loving, glorious and kind.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the clad frame of mind.

How do I see you? Let me shout the ways.
I see your perfected eyes, mouth and breasts.
Thinking of your naked heart fills my days.
My bent for you is the intended crests.

Now I must depart with a tender heart,
Remember my glad words whilst we be apart.

As you can see, Stella — I still gotta a lot to learn about crafting a sonnet.