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No eyes are lovelier, my dear, than yours,

not Gwen's, not Minka's---no, not Gabrielle's---;

yours is the face my careworn heart adores.

 

One glance from you brings life to me, restores

the grace I wasted in a hundred hells:

no eyes are lovelier, my dear, than yours.

 

The way late April's sunlight fairly pours

out of your smile, my flagging spirit swells!

Yours is the face my careworn heart adores.

 

Daydreams of you sweeten my tedious chores;

truly, I bend the knee to no one else:

no eyes are lovelier, my dear, than yours.

 

Your lips intoxicate the troubadours;

your voice is music, grand as Pachelbel's:

yours is the face my careworn heart adores.

 

I’ve written poems for you. Dozens! Scores!

Sonnets, sestinas, ghazals, villanelles!

No eyes are lovelier, my dear, than yours;

yours is the face my careworn heart adores.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-19 at 10:17

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
So brilliantly constructed. Must be a mesmerizing muse :)
2017-11-25


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent!
2017-11-21


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful writing!
Ashe
2017-11-20


Bibek
Nice villanelle. You're a master of structures.
2017-11-20


Sameen
Nice one
2017-11-20