Zora Bernice May Cross

(18 May 1890 – 22 January 1964 / Brisbane)

Love Sonnet Xxxv - Poem by Zora Bernice May Cross

I cannot find a fault in you; and yet
I think you are not perfect many ways.
I have seen lips more meet for maiden praise
And eyes less shadowed with a grey regret.
But pure perfection of your love has let
The tenant mirrors of my mind such rays,
All other men reflect a smoky haze
And in the murk their virtues I forget.

He knows not perfect who has found the best,
Nor worth who would deny unworthiness.
But meanest flowers are fair as any rose
When blowing fragrant to our least behest.
So you are perfect in my heart no less
For that unworthiness my poor mind knows.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011


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