Amour Sonnet

Thou art the most dazzling summer's rose,

Your beauty so pure it dangers the eye, 

Yet seems to be from inside where it grows.

Yee tender heart sends beams across my sky,

No more harsh than the dancing rain above,

A moonlit evening, less perfect than thee,

Even angels-wings white-you art my dove.

Blinded by you means I shan't ever see,

Let my love for you be ever my guide.

Without you in my soul I shall be lost,

Without you, withered away, I would hide.

For wrongdoings to thee should always cost,

But now as Fate stands you are mine to boast,

And I shall do whatever thee wants most.

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