Sonnet 190

Here you shall live, immortalized in ink,
Like beauties past, of whom proud poets sing;
And those who read shall wonder and there think,
Entranced in tableaux that my verse shall bring.
All vestitures of beauty you do wear,
Like sovereigns’ jewels that glitter in the sun;
The colors that you own, no sylph would dare,
To mimic in brash paint with brushes dun.
Still, pens and portraits cannot capture yet
That loveliness that in your heart does dwell,
There inner beauty and that outward set
Ensconce a truth that has no parallel;
All belles that read these words and bid compare:
Hold council with your glass, and so despair.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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