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