Her eyes are like the hue of ocean waves,
They roll and break against my yearning heart.
A color so distinct and yet so vague,
One must consider you a work of art.
Her hair like golden silk, is filled with light,
Cascading gold adorns her lovely face.
The sun itself is blinded by the sight,
To see this beauty gathered in one place.
Her skin like ivory is smooth and pure,
Her laughter like an angel’s ringing bells,
Her smile is subtle, honest, and demure,
I stare into her eyes and my heart swells.
But these are not her finest traits to me,
For I love who she is, not what I see. |
Submission Name: A Sonnet for Her
