“My Angel’s Smile” Sonnet 110
“My Angel’s Smile” Sonnet 110
4/24/2000
JL
Morning’s born with talkative birds
And gentle early breezes.
Slowly sunrise breaks the world
Yet sun tis not the reason.
The light without from morning comes
Falls dark and pale before my Angel’s
Sweetest smile; which constant burns
Deep within my heart’s lost angles.
Eyes sparkle round with blinding light-
Hair shines with shimmered waters,
But here her smile (drawn from Heaven’s bright
Shore) fills my life with alters.
My Angel’s smile does now to me
Something ne’er may others read.
