Sonnet 163

From heaven’s palette beauty’s brush bestowed
In tints and tones and lights and darks most rare,
The finest blush of hues sweet Nature knows
Whose colors true no earthly sylph could bear.
A masterpiece of many favored strokes,
Pastels of pink and lavender and blue,
A symphony of sight that can evoke
Surrender in stout hearts with but a view.
So was I smitten when your gaze met mine,
My proud stern singledom there razed to ruin;
A soul transformed, suspended there in time,
A knight now sworn to fealty anew.
Beauty most fair, now suddenly my queen;
Brought to my knees by sight, and force unseen.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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