Sonnet 14
Oh my sweet fruitful love
Abundance of vermillion seed
As delicate as a morning dove
Dear devotion to my every need
Rubies laden in your mossy hair
Your skin a white fleshy albedo
For you to share my golden chair
Arils encase the seeds I now know
The pomegranate stained lip
No longer to be mine
Justified by a lover's quip
Exalted by the divine
Fruit of the dead in Hades domain
Abiding love no longer calls my name
Isabella Taylor
Age 8
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