Sweet Holly, Pine and Mistletoe, <br />Your charms I here compare; <br />Though Yuletide guardians of frosted snow, <br />‘Tis my love who’s Goddess there. <br />Holly berry, scarlet as shame; Who - <br />To her Poppy red lips, I must dismiss, <br />And though your sweetness doth enflame, <br />No bloom is sweeter than her kiss. <br />Pine, you’re fresh as breeze from sea, Yet – <br />Her perfume yields more joy; <br />Mistletoe, you embrace the tree, Whilst – <br />‘Tis with me her arms do toy. <br />See how the Yule has no finer place <br />Than my loves heart, her charm, her grace.<br /><br />john thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-sweet-holly-pine-and-mistletoe/
