Sonnet 3: An ode to my goddess
Once, legend told of Venus, born from foam,
Her charm extolled in tales and poetry.
Yet even she, though praised all over Rome,
Would feel eclipsed if she set eyes on thee.
Her lips, though soft, could never speak as sweet,
For when you sing, the world stands still to hear,
The stars, though dazzling, falter in defeat,
While even lifeless stones begin to cheer.
I worship thee, my goddess, pure and true,
In every verse and song and even more,
My ardent heart’s a sacrifice to you,
A temple where your beauty I adore.
Because I’m bound by your enchanting sway,
A faithful servant, willing to obey.
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Manh Vu | Year Posted 2025
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