A Sonnet For Imogen Rose

The moon could not shed such a glow as you, nor all the constellations ‘round the stars, nor planets orbiting the sun like Mars. Sun can only shine as bright, when new as you - the soft and shining morning dew, who lends life’s lonely beauty to the hours; such dulcet tones - your music like guitars, whose sounds the gods could not subdue. Though some may find a cry at night the plight of parents who loose sleep for care, and croon a tune of love, for love’s soft embers light. So sweet and clear I hear your infant tune, that smites my heartstrings with such strong delight and bids me fall into love’s tender swoon.