Sonnet 69

Yes, those who read this verse in times to come
May doubt the truths that I have praised in pen;
Yet could they spend one minute of time’s sum
In your sweet grace, all doubt they would suspend.
Though many speak of Helen and that face,
Yet few can tell the color of her hair;
And who recalls Cornelia and her grace,
With female virtues sure beyond compare?
True beauty is much like the rarest flower
Whose lease of heaven is both short and sure;
Yet picked and dried she loses all her power
And dies a death no physic can yet cure;
But in this song that I shall sing to men,
Your truths abide; your beauty lives again.

©Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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