Felicia, Thou Play, Rapture, On My Soul... (Bowlesian Sonnet)

Felicia, Thou Play, Rapture, On My Soul... (Bowlesian Sonnet)

Felicia, Thou Play, Rapture, On My Soul.
Nothing, As The Rhapsody, You Bestow.
I'm Left, Stupefied, In Your Afterglow,
Drunk, Aflutter, Intoxicated, Whole.

Venus, Aphrodite, Neither's Allure
Could Fashion, The Wonder, Brought On, By Yours.
Bewitchment, Paradise, Rest At, Your Shores.
There Is, Magic, In Your Every Contour.

You Leave Me, In Fancy, Upon, Cloud Nine.
You Induce, A Whirlwind, Of Butterflies.
Enchanted, I Am By You, Mesmerized.
Nothing, To Match, Your Ecstasy, Divine.

Exhilarating So, Your Spell, Sublime.
Infatuated, I'm Left, Every Time...

Robert Gardiner
R.G.Love

Written To Celebrate Felicia, To Resound, Her Rapture, Extol, Her Ecstasy, & Speak, To Her Splendor, Spell. Exhilarated, She Leaves, My All, Intoxicated, Enchanted, By Her Siren Call. She Is, A Goddess, A Most Beguiling Sight, Floating, On Clouds. Of Resplendent Light...