Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul <br /> As found revealed beyond the reach of time; <br /> So subtle, fate's perfection draws me whole <br /> As powerless I cling to her design. <br /> Whatever whim she wishes plans my quest, <br /> Whatever deed she deigns fuels my desire, <br /> Tormented in my sleep; I may not rest, <br /> While love consumes my dreams in temper's fire. <br /> <br />Razed to my knees I raise my head and gasp, <br /> That yearning should present and like withhold <br /> So fine and fleeting form slipped from my grasp; <br /> Now held in mind what was once held in world. <br /> Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul, <br /> To bid my poem should pen no coarser goal. <br /> <br /> <br />-September 27-29,2005<br /><br />David Zvekic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-2-her-beauty-is-as-lines-laid-on-my-soul/
