Sophia, Such Rapture, You Enchant With!!! (A Sonnet)
Sophia, Such Rapture, You Enchant With.
Nothing, Quite Like, Your Rhapsody, Divine.
Your Every Fabric, Outpours, Such Magic.
I Long, To Bathe, In Your Splendor, Sublime.
All Your Wonders, I Want To Get To Know.
Of You, I'm Left, Just Wanting, More And More...
Want To Drunken, Myself, With Your Liqueur.
Want To Know, The Grandeur, That You Bestow.
Helen of Troy... Venus... Aphrodite...
None Besot, With The Ecstasy You Do.
No Goddess, Out There, Beams, More Heavenly.
No Bewitchment, As Such, As You Induce.
Enamored, I Am, In, Affinity,
Enraptured, Transfixed, Engrossed, Utterly.
