Sonnet 364

It is a fact of beauty men perceive 
Unto each eye where awed perfection’s found
A vision changed so smitten heart receives 
A sight that may another soul confound.
In this resides a mystery of love
Where truth and beauty may at once be played
That every yearning heart may find its’ dove
And so beguiled, rejoice, all doubt waylaid.
Such is the judgement of two souls besot
That in each other’s arms no fault to find
Or if acknowledged, ever quick forgot
As if hypnotic forces made them blind.
I look at you and you do look at me
Surfeit of folly, charmed by what we see.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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