Sonnet III : The First Attempt
I often describe your beauty and charm
but never the way I feel about you.
And now I ponder what gracious and harm
does this angel have and how much I knew.
You tend to bring the best in everything
especially to me who laughs scarcely.
Takes my humor in skies of high jeering.
Petty it be but I find it dearly.
I pray to the great and wish to be signed,
to how I should feel 'bout this art of his.
For after hardships and sadness, I'm bind.
Yet your sparkling eyes gives me constant bliss.
A Goddess's face you do resemble
and the smile that shall make mountains tremble.