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
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