Thursday

Sonnet

Dark imagery of those forsaken clouds,
Form'd in my mind, vanquisheth any doubt.
That lovely voice chanteth my fevered soul
That sweetest smile alights my heaven's shore.
Those features - shading with ease Venus' charm


Reach through my skin, deep down within,
Onto my peaceful soul, turn'd from ice cold to warm,
That hopelessly I'm lost in a charmed dream.
Alas! Doth sun's undying light grow dim?
For love, thy purest scent is all I breathe
While through immortal lives I've gain'd my witt,
But when thy name would fade, my life shalt cease.
           For beaty ne'er speaketh but by itself
           For 'tis her eternal naissance that createth my verse.

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