My Lady's Sonnet Poem by Romeo D. Matshaba

The golden twilight ball of crystal light,
Sinking amid his or her giant rocks; is worth a million silent words.
Yet, it is nothing compared to my ladies quite eyes,
Her wavering hair, her endless laugh.
But, if all my love in life is for my lord,
how can I compare the strokes of your twilight painting
To her walk, her posture, her pose?
Or even her scent that perfumes the air to follow her hair?
If all the love my heart shall bear is eternal,
why in the four seasons, the minute hours, the forever years...
even when my death is here; I love all hairs on her skin,
even the grey to restore the dark.
But dear Lord, if this be true, and I ever compare you to two;
then I be the greatest fool.