My Darling (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to William Shakespeare)

My darling's eyes are pleasant as the sun,
like pomegranates her lips are sweet and red,
with rose tips her firm breasts do me stun,
silky smooth shiny hair is on her head,

arum lilies she tends that are purple and white,
the colour of ripe peaches is on her cheeks,
Chanel, Estee Lauder, Moon-drops brings delight,
her breath is fresh as mint at the bubbling creeks.

I love the lines of her words and her voice I do know
which falls with an almost intimate sweet huskily sound,
I admit I have not seen lovely Aphrodite come and go,
but angelic with smooth silk whispering she walks on ground:

almost divine my woman whom I do love is very rare,
with no other I can her on all of the earth compare.

[Reference: "Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" by William Shakespeare.]

© Gert Strydom