Cherry Blossom

I see your face before my waiting eyes, How does my pen such beauty thus convey? The cherry blossom floating in blue skies, Outdone, as smiles upon your lips now play. The summer sun is not bright enough to say, Reflections I see flicker on your face, No poet’s pen or artist’s paint can lay The wonder seen in your elegant grace. And as the blossoms fall at gently pace, The same soft pink blush as I kiss your cheek, I ponder if you feel my heartbeat race, For the whispered words I can barely speak. Confirming love declared, my heart is thine, Another kiss now; and our souls entwine. Form: Spenserian Sonnet