The Ultimate Sonnet
Does she even know her place
With grace of beauty on her face
Can she phantom the depths of love
That pulls the high from up above
Granted the beauty of an angels face
The divinely blessed unhuman race
Wingless creature brought so near
The shyness of the bravest fear
No stars can compare to the eyes
No words come forth from the wise
No diamond cut match her shape
Or scenic views from eyes take
What heavenly chore was this
unangel sent
What blood so precious by earth was
lent
Did stars converge to create this
thing
Will wars be fought to make her
queen
To which most blessed will she give
heart
To the bravest the strongest or the
smart
Contest and riddles those olden
themes
Where music and poetry should
adorn this queen
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2013
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