A Sonnet of Love
Skin of creamed alabaster
lips of cherry balm trees
she looked like a Godess from antiquity
her smile like a halo
and voice of a dove
she walked like an Angel a symbol of love
small birds sweet with music surrounded her grace
the air seemed to whisper her name in a wish
the sun tugged at clouds to stay out of the shade
flowers would bow as she passed by their way
her robes seemed to flutter they wanted to dance
her rythm and movement held life in a trance
beauties not earthlike it comes from above
and sings with all nature a sonnet of love.
poem by Charles M. Moore
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