JACK CAMPBELL (Sonnet 43, E. Browning)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth of height
My soul can reach, after every sound bite
I love thee more than the Cujo craze
And more than Belfour parties at night
I love thee freely, you make Holl’s wrongs right
I love thee purely, as you deflect all of the praise
I love thee with the passion that unties us all
In my old griefs and childhood heartbeats
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With playoff defeats. I love thee as I grow up
Through smiles, breath and tears, and if God choose
I shall but love thee better after a freakin Cup!
JOHN TAVARES (“She walks in beauty”, Byron)
He walks silently, like the night
Of monotone and temperate skies
And though all those skills and prowess bright
There is a deadness in the eyes
Thus mellowed by the bedsheets sight
That viral pic hath no demise