Sonnet 147

A look not for an age but for all time,
Pure truth to stand and count eternity;
A heart surfeit of matchless love sublime,
Proud soul suffused in magnanimity.
The truest essence of a woman blessed
That every eye desires to know her name,
Where silent lips to hearts of love profess
And supplicating prayers beg troth to gain.
You wield such power pure with golden grace
To make men mad of dreams and dark desire
That they shall strive to gaze upon your face
Where just a glance sets memory e’er afire.
Once on a time, yes men did dragons brave,
So stands your proof in every favor waved.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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