My First Sonnet

No clouds could grace the sky on such a day 'Tis too special a time, they know their place Conformed to my word that I have my way And sun never leavest thine pretty face The inner beating of my finest race Perfection is what I must realise Although this stomach has now spun to lace It sees forever smiles and brightest eyes The most brilliant light did memorise Avert impossible from fixed beauty Flowed forward with the truest grace and prize Reached out, hands entwined ready for duty Eternal circles cause to start anew Arrived detached, departed tied to you