Sonnet #2

Whence I saw her beauty fair
And fell so far into her eyes
Her whispered name became my prayer
As shuttered senses did arise

Her kiss as sweet as dew dropped spring
Her breast my heart does hold
Her body next to mine does bring
That pleasure never told

To see her walk passion carries
Her words an ardour lifts
My heart and soul her loving marries
With her gentle gifts

Though she be not now with me
I’d still be hers though lost at sea

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