Allow me to be bold and rest my pen
On your typeface, beautifully designed.
Please increase my point size from eight to ten
And I’ll keep my eyes perfectly aligned.
We are two letters in need of kerning
An orphan, a widow left all alone.
Consider my edits, the river turning
Away from the columns into the unknown.
You are the font I seem to be lacking
As I gaze upon your words and your glyphs.
Space between us, the answer is tracking
And without you, my heart is san serif
In your name, no limit to what I’ll do
I’d walk through Helvetica to find you.
A sonnet inspired by Karen: