Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Compared to Thee SONNET
I could not compare anything to thee,
Who’s eyes are envied by the moon itself.
Hands so gentle that a trapped bird feels free,
Your hair shimmers like stardust of an elf.
Voice of thee can calm the wildest of beast,
With your warmth; frozen hearts begins to melt.
Your presence are like flowers on a feast.
Your mystic fragrance can be strongly felt.
Your lips are a sickness and cure alike,
Without you day seems just another night,
You are the light that darkness could not take.
Your beauty is really a blind man's sight.
Beauty with thorns, your a perilous rose,
My love; you are boundless water that flows.
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