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. All Rights Reserved.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s