The Purity of the Human Soul
" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and temperate"
- William Shakespeare
His question ponders through my mind
For he claimed how thou art more beautiful than thee
Enchanting summer with its mother; the sun
For thou are indeed my guide
Thou art my sun that never misleads
Thou art the one person I shan't leave
And shan't wish to be gone by the morning's rise
O treasure deep within my soul
Beam so strong to enlighten my days
Art thou hearing the wonderful tune?
Playing so softly with the rise of the light
But then again thou art brighter than the sun
Thou art the glass of pure water
Emerging from the steep, creamy waterfall
Gleaming sparks attached to your white neck
Purifying the light touching your skin
" Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Nay, for thou art more beautiful than a summer's day
For if I do compare
The sun shall melt and the wind shall be amazed
By the beauty thou behold
Embedded deep within your soul
Beauty isn't only from the outside, but from the inside; within a soul,
For the outside might just be a disguise, to simply foul one into ambuscades
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2008
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