Friday, July 2, 2010

Poem: Sonnet 14 by Isabella Taylor

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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