SONNET ON THE WALL
She sits quite stylishly on the wall;
Streamlined figure, well-manicured fingers;
Her stature is neither short nor tall;
Her mild perfume on my nostrils lingers.
Her voice is mellifluous to my ears;
Her garments are simple yet elegant.
On her neck is a resplendent chain she wears
With a crown etched on the pendant.
I draw close and she leaps on me grandly:
A grip on my intellect and emotion.
She floors me with the beauty of a lily
With her loads of sublime intention.
I’m confronted with a sonnet on the wall
And sprawled and headily in love I fall.
(THE POEM IS TAKEN FROM MY COLLECTION, 'COLOURS {OF LIFE, LOVE AND FAITH}'.)
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