Sonnet 2
Bright gleam, fresh snow fell upon and around,
I tread with trepidation, no mar on
Her lovely face; soft angels that abound,
To the beloved Omnipotence, anon!
Velvet midnight comes and radiance kept,
Whilst grandfather Winter's chill grasp surrounds.
Taken up in passion's flame that quick lept,
The rhythmic rise and fall of my heart pounds.
Though cool and gentle white blanket's embrace
That soon myself shall I find within,
For a soul, they are an inflaming case
That drive frozen poet's coarse hands to poem pen.
Gather all ye to mind's consummate fire,
In gowned dove's wings, love's not base desire
