The Sun’s our sweetest morning star
who happens to be not too far
away – unlike the lights at night
that twinkle, though not quite as bright
as Venus and that god of war,
called Mars – red dwarf among the stars.
Pugnacious in his petty pride,
his bloody nature he can’t hide.
Cruel havoc he lets loose on Earth,
while Sun, she warms, gives grace and mirth.
Let’s not forget the mystic Moon,
who causes lovers’ hearts to swoon.
Though Venus, I do most adore,
Of heaven’s host, I love her more!
- Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 30th, 2022 01:26
- Comment from author about the poem: a sonnet for my lovely wife, Lorraine. My gorgeous goddess.
- Category: Love
- Views: 17
Comments1
Very nice, Kevin! Nice touch that you added a pic of your Goddess! She is beautiful and so is your poem! C
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