Sonnet for Rosalia #2

©Darius of the Bells (Don Riney)



The sunsets blaze, it fills the sky
In vein attempt to match your glory
It's burning heat falls yet to shy
To match your beauties endless story

The nightingale now tries her best
She sings a song of endless grace
Her music pure and heaven blessed
Held up to you can not keep pace

Soon the porcelain moon comes up
A silver beacon in the mist
Not even this sweet lover's cup
Could hope to linger like your kiss

The sunrise soon will burn the clouds
The night, unto your virtue bows