Blond hair flowing in the wind, <br />A face of beauty so pure, <br />A grace I cannot rescind, <br />A mirth that with all disease cures, <br />A love with so much intensity, <br />Eyes like the stars in the night, <br />Breathing softly yet with propensity, <br />Teeth that shine when bright, <br />An air of that of a morning dove, <br />One so gentle and so meek, <br />Yet standing strong with love, <br />She clearly is not weak, <br />And yet I lover her dearly <br />For her soul emanates clearly.<br /><br />Justin Reamer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-8-9/
