What A Decade Can Do To Her

Upright and tall, among trees she was pine, The temper of snow and fire in between, Sweet and fragrant as rose has ever been, And full-bodied like a red table wine Savoured all thru dinner and far beyond, Her cheeks ever showed a reddish white tinge, Demeanour of a fulcrum and deep hinge, Causing young dreams to dissipate in fond Hope. But when I saw her in a decade, The beauty of ere was less evident— Her proud patent of past had sort of spilt; Fains if she wert, I wondered, same sure maid In no mood to condescend a consent, Nor yet let a deserving wooing wilt. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.11.08 |