A Sonnet

Posted by admin on February 25, 2009

Do you want me to write a verse for you?
To name your beauty or our love so rare?
Why talk of lips and face so tender true,
Or speak of feature’s clear and sharp to stare
Into love’s eyes with words not fair enough
To tell the thought hidden deep in my heart
Not that you’re not beautiful, but too rough
Am I, and not moved to the poet’s art.
Dull darkness moves me to speak of you now
To express my love if that love it is.
No phase, gentle or kind will tell you how
Poetics like this do us not justice.
Day, night, all time passes wond’ring of thee
The perfect hopes, the nights, the days to be.