Fan Male for Cate Blanchett

For fun. The creative writing class was given this exercise.  Write a Shakespearean sonnet. To my surprise I found I could.

I keenly write these sonnets to my love
And yet I’ll never see her on her own.
I send her poems that would mountains move
But she ignores them, leaving me alone.
I sit and watch her on the silver screen,
On video and DVD I drool.
As in great epics she does play the queen
While I with longing waste my time, a fool,
And yet the walls I cover of my room
With posters of her goddess shape and face
And into these my fantasies do zoom
Until my panting heart does beat apace
For she’s a star, Celeb, a Face, Grade A
And I’m an unknown dork, Oh sad the day.