Birthday Sonnet
Birthday Sonnet
My love's not passive, shy and free of strife
Nor are her eyes soft deep and limpid pools
No, in those orbs there burns the fire of life
Of value more than any precious jewels
No perfect features hers as of a dream
Nor model's swaying steps along chalk line
With youthful body and a fresh faced mien
She walks with purpose and arrives on time
Soft words are not her currency of choice
No Mary she to wash my feet with tears
Sharp wit and humour exercise her voice
And fed my soul and body throughout the years
Though thorny words may cause my ears to smart
Above it all she'll be here in my heart
Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2017
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