Sang to Ms. Rachel after William Shakespeare Sonnet CXXX
Sun shines far brighter than maid's amber eyes,
And coral's redder than her ruby lips,
Nor is she wrinkle free, Time onwards flies,
Gathers speed to seed tomorrow's sighs.
Though roses blossom, beauty read, red, white,
One scorns their flush blush peak. Her petalled cheek
Misleads who'd dare compare them to delight
Source true competes with bloom of whom most speak.
Rarer than flora, melody much more
Attractive proves. Although gods walk on air
Charm disarming gains full marks, top score.
Here faith's defender, both feet on the ground,
Extols one soul whose faults combined must show
Life, love, flow peerless, all must praise soft glow.
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