I love her more than my own eyes.
Far more than summer’s sapphire skies.
She is the meaning of my life,
my goddess girl and wonder wife.
A million maidens may be sweet,
but she's the one with faery feet.
Her eyes are like twin pools of light;
they're beautiful as stars at night.
Her lips are luscious, made to kiss,
believe me, there’s no other bliss
on earth like being by her side.
Without her, only suicide
could compensate or cure the pain
now that she’s in my arms again.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Excellent sonnet with perfect rhyme scheme.
Many thanks, Narayan. Appreciate your taking the time.
very vivid imagery in your wording, dear Poet
and I really like the sense of delicate serenity, portrayed in your picture..
(it takes profound wisdom
to recognise, our gift's in life
in the fleeting: Now
and cherish them
with such sincerity
that the threat of inevitable chaos
our Tomorrow's, promise
are deemed utterly: meaningless!)
A fine write, Kevin.
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