Sonnet 14 'My Heart Sees Beauty Daily Pass Me By'
My Heart sees beauty daily pass me by,
And does not grieve nor stop to make lament,
For I have in my Heart a single eye,
That makes me know that all my love is spent
Upon the One whose face I carry still,
Which illness, fate and fortune cannot mar,
I see her Beauty reign when she is ill,
And my Heart’s bruises set a higher bar.
I must learn how Love tenderly caresses
The face of pain, disfigured by estate.
I must find my way up out of the ditches
And never curse, but bravely bear Heart’s fate.
For I have seen the throne of Beauty reign,
It has done so before, and will again.
January 2, 2019
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2019