The Love I love lacks the eyes of a doe,
A throng of girls might boast of far better
Bodily art, menacing face to go,
Her modest assets still do me fetter;
The earth in my garden, the mix of grey,
Has far more red than the red of her lips;
Late dusk still has more lustre one to sway
Than the lingering smile she often keeps;
Her visage warm is like autumn’s late eve,
I see wilted rose in her wrinkled cheeks;
The body-bred essence that her breasts reeks
Would make a brave-heart sooner her room leave.
And yet, one bare truth shoots a sure-fire dart,
I love her more for the gold of her heart.
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- Sonnets | 22.11.08 |
Aniruddha Pathak
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