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Sonnet 2: Her Beauty Is As Lines Laid On My Soul
DZ (It was many and many a year ago / In a kingdom by the sea)

Sonnet 2: Her Beauty Is As Lines Laid On My Soul

Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul
  As found revealed beyond the reach of time;
  So subtle, fate's perfection draws me whole
  As powerless I cling to her design.
  Whatever whim she wishes plans my quest,
  Whatever deed she deigns fuels my desire,
  Tormented in my sleep; I may not rest,
  While love consumes my dreams in temper's fire.

Razed to my knees I raise my head and gasp,
  That yearning should present and like withhold
  So fine and fleeting form slipped from my grasp;
  Now held in mind what was once held in world.
  Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul,
  To bid my poem should pen no coarser goal.


-September 27-29,2005

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Comments (3)

Excellent, mon ami! Sincerement, R.
Well, you have done it again...it is awesome...your work! Breathtaking! Theodora Onken
This is absolutely wonderful, David! Your rhymes are perfect and all is well-said. Raynette