A sonnet

Eyes, deep blue like rolling tides

Hair, flowing like silken spools of gold

Skin, Clear like the virgin snow I stride

Hands, so delicately in my hand hold

 

Sweet like sugar straight from the cane

Smile radiant like the suns gaze

No greater intellect than in her brain

A beauty not trapped to counting days

 

The flowing wind parts for her graceful meander

Fire would quench itself to see her smile

The most beautiful dream would be slander

It cannot capture an ounce of her style

 

Her smile could melt the coming snow

Setting fire wherever she would go

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

Her smile could melt the coming snow
Setting fire wherever she would go.

Nice contradicting wording here. It worked really well with the tone and the start of the poem.

Smile radiant like the suns gaze.

I immediately thought about skin cancer after reading this a second time. Haha. Nice work!