GRWM - Sonnet 49

True light caressed the contents of your face

And danced among a lighter symphony

In corners of your dress, from melody

To sweeter reverie within your grace;

Just for a moment, sight and sound will fade

As sure your gemstone eyes will rest in mine,

Or would your flaxen hair then intertwine

My heart within its grasp, then I was made;

I'm not immune to beauty or to chance,

But does your charm so happen to be caught

In my imagination? I think not:

O' wondrous dream of wonders in that glance!

Attend to my ungainliness let on;

For elegance yourself upends the dawn!