A Sonnet To Reyzane
Thou art beautiful like the landscape as I see,
With the colorful painted rocks in white cement,
Blue, red, yellow, and green are the colors of thee,
That thou brightened as my life undergoes lament.
Thou art fragrant like the roses in the garden,
As your hair is scattered up to 18 meters,
Ranging from your lips to the heart of a gold pen,
Writing the democratic minds' parameters.
Thou art the angel of God, angel of my love,
Let me know what true love is through Venus' Cupid,
How lovely art thou that bright men desire your love,
How could we, brave men, kneel and bow to you to plead.
The rainbows are bending in the clouds for gold days,
The sun shines raises its own head through your bright rays.