Sonnet 466

In times to come inquiring minds may ask,

Who was this damsel that could hearts so move

That poets in proud verse divine sweet task

To cast in ink her virtues there to prove?

So was she then as grand as they have deemed

And could she with a smile all eyes o’er glaze

And did she float through ballrooms like a dream

And with her lilting songs all ears amaze?

I write this truth though lies may rob my sight:

No world has seen a lovely yet more fair;

Never a purer soul did grace god’s light,

Nary an angel could here so compare.

I swear that though you search ‘til end of time,

No finer maiden shall praised words enshrine.

Loubert S Suddaby poems