For Sonnet...a beginning.

[laynamarya]

i cover the wood
of the door
of my room
with paper
with words
(your words)
strung together
like necklaces
of flowers
or shells
or beads
and they fill up
perhaps
a square foot.
how much space
does love take?
how many words,
how many lines,
how many pages
do you need
to tell someone
that you love her?
there is room
on my door
for perhaps fifty
but room in my heart
for a million more.