Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sonnet 002

Can there be anything as beautiful,

as your young face, tender with innocence?

For I have been made to care for your soul,

to nurture and love you with no pretense.

And can there be anything as hopeful,

as your sweet smile, bright as the morning sky?

For I shall conquer, your joy is my goal,

forever my courage, until I die.

There cannot be anything as precious-

no gold, no fame or wisdom of this world.

You are someone unique – the future’s voice,

a new link as everyone becomes old.

Can there be anything greater than life?

If there is more, everything is a lie.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ January 13, 2011

More poems by this author:

Sonnet 070

Sonnet 016

Sonnet 012

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