Again, no title for Poem-a-Day 2014, so I decided to make this pop sonnet, based on the original by J. Sean.

There’s but one thought that should be on your mind
This night of nights, discard the cares that bind
Like troubadours, to give the chance to me
Observing your unbridled revelry

Cast off your worries without second glance
And grant to me the pleasure of a dance
To off in distant lands I’ll spirit you
And make a paradise for just we two

Milady needs to carry naught at all
Let us depart, the ’ntire eve at our call
Like gods of old we’ll soar beneath the stars
And free our very selves from gaoler’s bars

And even when the sky falls from above
Beloved, are you fav’rable to love?