Sonnet 9

If mortal mind has strength to transcend time
In words transcribed in ink or rigid stone;
Then shall your visage live etched in this rhyme,
If beauty can in words like this be told.
If I could capture all the youth in spring,
The freshness of a year of dew clad morns,
The warmth that home and hearth in winter bring,
And scents that in a thousand roses burn.
If I could capture all thine imagery,
If quill or chisel could transfix thy worth;
Then could my case challenge eternity,
And in these lines thy beauty gain new berth.
It is my hope, my love, that this be true,
And in my verse thine image shine anew.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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