Night sonnet

I like you,
more than anyone else,
higher than the sky the moon.

Here is hiding in the dark,
the night the clouds below.
In the dream child of Aphrodite,
head hidden in the bush,
star of the sky under the belt.

My idea of a jellyfish network
around the web lines to get around.
Circle of thoughts you get around.

You, if you would like me further
than just a good friend to have.
He would not have my mind on the run
of life at sea adrift.