Spenserian Sonnet To a Beautiful Lady
Trochaic Pentameter
My love's spirit's gentle like a breeze that
blows cool o'er this my brow, most hot, feverish.
I am made calm by her presence like at
times when discontent doth make one peevish.
She is children's mother never churlish,
meeting needs with day to day devotion.
Seen ne'er showing disposition surlish,
lady having no bad fractious notion.
She doth ease all banes with soothing lotion,
wipes away hurts life delights in bringing.
Problem solver, lessens my full portion.
Oh hark! Listen stranger! My heart's singing.
Gentle spirit, loving mother, my pearl.
These and more are seen in soul of my girl.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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