Sonnet 239

Peerless she was, peerless, beyond all reach-
Embossed in minds, a sylph forever young,
A beauty rare that no tongue dared impeach
So oft in murmured praise, her virtues sung;
Arresting when she walked into a room,
At once all eyes her loyal subjects there,
All lips fell dumb, as quiet as a tomb,
Each gaze now locked into a shameless stare.
What sovereign can so rule by sight alone,
Her simple smile observed as broad decree,
All pride and purpose seeming overthrown,
All vassals such detained by grand esprit.
Gods’ mighty earth subservient to a flower;
So is the wondrous reach of beauty’s power.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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