Arnav Penrhythm


Sonnet 1 (My Only Love)

My only love is what beauty look
E’en maidens of fairest youth surpass
The Naiads envy sitting by the brook
For lived none, fairer than me bonny lass
Her voice sweet as Apollo on his lyre
All hearts transfixed by the enchanting spell
E’en the nightingale to it aspire
But her beauty wrapp’d within her dwell
Her gentle touch is what heaven feel

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