by Spencer Barrett about a year ago in love poems

A sonnet about a woman

Photo by Thibault Debaene on Unsplash

Impossible it is for one to ken

The heart and intent of another fair.

To question openly what one may send

To win what she hides that eyes say beware.

Maiden, damsel, I would not possess you;

For none could ever hold such brilliant light.

Goddess, Queen, see the enemies you slew;

Your power and love immune to their blight.

But still I wonder, I cannot predict,

Where or what you will become tomorrow.

Stay thyself simply to accept this gift,

An alleviation of some sorrow.

She is chaos; wild and intangible.

She is creation; never damnable.

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Spencer Barrett
Spencer Barrett
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Spencer Barrett

A 29 year old Fine Arts graduate with a career in hospitality, Spencer is a hobbyist Author, Poet, Streamer, GameDev, Artist and creator in many mediums, with a guilty spot for animated cinematic movies.

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