The Cleanest Love-Sonnet

Standing there across the way,
I saw her staring back.
And ashamed, I must say,
I saw and loved her rack.

She holds everything I need,
Who truly is the Knight?
My rose petals that have no weed,
She helps me, day and night.

I love the way that she adorns
That black and silver dress.
And when she's done, she toots her horn,
Who's to say that I'm possessed?

Yes it's true, I do love her,
My own beloved dish washer.