Child (Sonnet) Poem by Eisenlord Karen

I look into your sweet and precious face,
the eyes of pure and undiluted love.
God's angels brought you here on wings of grace;
You smile, I smile, three smiles with skies above.
These tears I weep for you and earth's disgrace.
A future world with lessened hope thereof.
It hurts to see you in this evil place.
What kind of life awaits the human trove?
I pray it's time we learn, beloved Child,
for what has happened to our world's sweet faith?
To long for times of hope and pureness mild,
A planet filled with flowers I do pray.
Do grow for love and peace into this life,
For all the beating hearts, of this they say.