Written in May of this year, this sonnet is a mixture of pure romance and linguistic playfulness, but I hope it works for you:

No other loves have stood before this time
and none have sat before you set me there,
so firmly was I set; the most sublime
were sublimated - lost unto the air.
No others went before, and none who came
have lasted long enough to have arrived.
None had the resolution for the game
as I resolved, so my resolve survived.
And none shall come hereafter, none but I
can set themselves beside you, or before.
For I will stay beside you 'til I die,
and maybe after that, for ever more.
Before you or beside you, not behind;
for never in your past nor from your mind.

Roy