Sonnet 492

A jeweled light upon dear beauty’s breast
Bright tears of joy from loving eyes so stained
Pure pride achieving honor’s greatest quest,
Sweet song of life that sings true heart’s refrain.
So beaming now she dries the drowning orbs
And with a smile that might outshine the sun
Embraces him with gushing arms out poured
Her swelling heart pledged to but him alone.
There he stoops down, ascending to the knee
And clasps that hand he’ll hold forever more,
Through brimming eyes eternity he sees,
Full quavering voice calls now on heaven’s door.
‘Will you accept this troth and be my bride?’
‘I will my love, whatever fate betide.’

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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