Sonnet 592

I oft confuse a smile with simile,
By acts or words a thought may come to bear,
As most I smile at things I love to see
And so by notion, silent words compare.
To me your dimples laugh like joy reborn,
A saucy sneer seems though I’ve lost my way,
A radiant beam can warm me like the sun
And simpers slight seem as a cat at play.
But similes and smiles are not the same
Though similitudes and wiles may convene,
Yet false compare is more than just a game,
When they pervert reality to meme.
In words please see, by broad conceit a grin
And not by smirk, an act condoning sin.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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