Never know I the flutter of your Eyes
As like Jasmine they open to the night
For you, a woman so demure and shy,
Dare only smile at me while sunshine's bright.
The gentle childlike slumber of the pure
Remains the only rest to brush your soul:
The sated slumber most lovers assure
Stays as elusive as your grace stays whole.
But finding joy in your sweet countenance
The seeker finds, is simple as your breath,
Which ebbs and flows with genial cadence
And ought not touch corruption, sin or death.
The loveliness that's you so touch's my heart,
That memory will serve while we're apart.
(A/N: A sonnet written for Creative writing. Dedicated to an ideal.)