Sonnet 28 'I Think I Know the Name of Purity'

I think I know the Name of Purity, It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well! A Chalice carved almost to shattering, A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell With drops of ice adorning its still face The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace Delightful cold that creeps up from below Loquacity that speaks only the Truth, Amazed by every small, delightful thing Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love E'er faithful, that this all is from Above. 2/11/2019 Submitted for: Standard Poetry Contest 175 Sponsored by: Brian Strand