El Fairy Princess – Sonnet No. 7

Behold her, upon thy pupils entranced;
ambling away underneath a veil of eau;
silken streaks run across her moonlit face;
n’ the mist shows her like a flow.

In fleeting life, t’is angel walks forever on;
beneath shades of blue or blades of green;
beneath skirts of dawn or shadows of night;
to leave all her grace where she’s been.

She hath not, a purpose for self;
She glideth under clouds & stars alight;
and glideth forever and all around;
to hold darkness alight & shadows bright.

In mine life, she doth play t’is little part;
El Fairy Princess, hast hold of all my heart

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To The Princess – Sonnet No. 6

Thy lands of sweetness might never wane;
Thy echos of love & beauty might never wane;
Thy appearance shall never fail to entrance me;
Thy bond shall never fail to enhance me.

For all these years, together, we never have been;
Yet your Incessant Grace, I’ve always seen;
And now I find you my closest, loveliest shadow;
Inspiring me, encouraging me, like a rainbow.

For were it not for you, and your love, serene;
Were it not for you, and your beauty, serene;
There might have come a time when writings failed;
Several rhymes betrayed, several songs failed.

And therefore, honestly today, I apprise you;
I have, for months, and still do, love you

In the Shadows & Covers of Silken Black – Sonnet No.5

In the Shadows & Covers of Silken Black;
where, rain of love casts forth its accord.
I find solace for all ailments of mine;
as you proclaim all your wonders, divine.

For parchments may burn, writings fail;
as the powerful rhyme of time is sung;
yet memories shall flow, unsurpassed;
and your beauty shall shine bright, unto moments, hung.

Darkness shall fall, the moon down, stars out;
These rays of ecstasy shall be gone one night.
Yet, there shall remain, one such source bright;
It will be your grace, casting forth its light

Infinity will pass, times change, memoirs written;
But i shall ever remember you and see you in Heaven

First Feelings – Sonnet No. 4

When unto thy lands of sweet and sorrow;
when unto thy creations of day & ‘morrow;
aimless, yet for something, I wander;
I find solace for everything in your wonder.

For my heart may cry, my eyes share;
waves of regrets, and fountains of tear;
and if your heart may signify, a close distance;
that shall prove, through my heart, a lance.

And if thou may fear, clouds of despair;
rains of tear, and love springs of care;
then remember, forever, this promise of mine;
if ever, you need a shoulder, it shall be mine.

For love & affection and bond & care of ours;
might never wane, for infinite, a year or hours.

Your Glamour – Sonnet No.3

The shiny white expanse of the night sky;

or the glittering garments of a rainbow;

none can compare with the sun’s radiance;

save, my dear, your face’s glow.

 

Parchments will, one day, be gone;

these writings gone, the present past;

yet your presence will prevail in my life;

wherever I am, in this world vast.

 

Several years ahead, when I’ll look back;

and marvel upon the time spent with you;

I will be as I am today;

always, my dear, there for you.

 

For you have given me peace and pleasure;

and kept my  heart light as a feather.

Shall You Marvel – Sonnet No.2

Shall you marvel when you see;

tiny pointed beams in the night sky.

Shall you believe in what made that tree;

has and holds aloft the white sky.

Shall you show me all your power;

as you try to outlive the consistent time.

Or shall you believe in the Supreme Power;

who continues to control this powerful rhyme.

Shall you rather match marbles and monuments;

to the serene & simple valleys of green and white;

than believe in the moral of these contents;

where all the serenity of nature you’ve seen.

Impalpable is the Supremacy of Nature to the brain;

so find peace in the heavens, the Earth & the rain.

Thought I Could Write – Sonnet No.1

Thought I could write a novel;

could not, daft ideas, bore.

No problem, several kinds of prose;

do exist in literature, several I adore.

Thought I could write a story;

could not, again the same blank.

Then again, no problem, I can always

cross this river on another plank.

Thought I could write a poem;

again no, blank head, no words flow.

This time, problem, for what else;

can I write, nothing else I know?

Well, you ask what did I end up with now;

Can’t you see, can’t you see, what you’re reading now?