Something For TBT.

.....Thinking much thinkiness about TBT today. Wishing she could see herself like I see her, a wonderful, beautiful, dynamic, creative, intelligent woman. One of these days I'll get a sonnet to sound just like I see her. Got lots of practice to do in the meantime. :-)

With silvered tongue the mirror does beguile,
Bold images proclaimed by the herald's horn.
To her unwitting eye a taunting wile,
The dia-mond flash illumes what does adorn.

In voices shrill shout the unruly curves,
In battle age does march across the skin.
The fading of her hair no longer serves,
As time conspires with glass in wicked sin.

My love will be the sword to prove my worth,
To sweep aside these whispered lies in glass.
For beauty given as a gift at birth,
Will only grow as lights at Candlemas.

Your radiant beauty glows from within,
And shines without on my heart you did win.

.....With Much Love, Aaron.