To Cara - Poem by Mark Sane
To look upon you is a thing of joy,
Though I should feign blindness, I see you well,
You seem an angel, which from heaven fell,
Quiet by accident and are far too coy
To ask for succor, lest you find a ploy.
You seem sweeter than sugar merchants sell
And your voice clearer than a chiming bell,
More lovely. Surely if Helen of Troy,
Claimed a thousand ships were launched by her face,
Then yours would launch a hundred thousand more,
And far more men than Venus would it lure,
Through a single glance, filled with your own grace.
You are gifted as none I've known before
For though you age, your beauty shall endure.
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