A Sonnet of Amor

Shall I call my affection a brook

that lurks in her perceptions?

As I take a leaf out of a lover's book

I remould myself into the silhouettes of her emotions

 

How can I compare thou art?

Flowers tear their petals to see my Beauty Queen

You are the Kalopsia of love in my heart

and this tale continues to be few and far between.

 

The souvenirs of this soulful story

when juxtaposed betwixt morns and twilights

will be the most grandiloquent in History

and shall continue to rage in the ignorant's eyesights.

 

As long as Amor and death remain untouched by time,

So long will thou art continue to remain sublime.