Sonnet #4

Love’s memory of palest skin
and gaze of bluest eye
her beauty comes from deep within
to breast and face and thigh

Her smile one that lit the world
a candle in the dark
as she lay beside me curled
her voice sweet as the lark

Her kisses fall in gentle rain
upon my face and form
in my heart she still remains
her body soft and warm

Now though my heart be cleft in two
I dream still of her eyes so blue

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