Love Sonnet 44 Breathes there my love, lovely as nymph of sea,
Breathes there my love, lovely as nymph of sea,
Her cheeks rosy as skies of Summer morn,
While sunsets glow as long as dusk would stay,
She would radiate, long after stars are born;
When nights are overcast, devoid of lights,
The sparkles emanate within her eyes,
When good fortune withdraws all its delights,
Her smiles remain among the last supplies;
Eden could not be elsewhere but her side,
Where fruits taste sweeter coming from her hand,
Her lap, better than thrones men would deride,
Her touch magical than a wizard's wand;
.....Such love bequeaths its splendor to the times,
.....And fill a poet's heart with many rhymes.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
