#Sonnet #Poems

My muse, your beauty shines like summer's rose,

No painted mask, but truth upon your face.

Your golden curls, like sunbeams or like those,

A halo round your shoulders, lady of mixed race.

You are a Helen, though of different creed,

She was public beauty, known to every eye,

Not a pagan queen, but whose heart can bleed

For those who suffer, and whose spirit's high.

She ruled a kingdom, sky-high and wide;

No artful paints adorn your cheek so fair;

You toil with honest hands, with naught to hide,

In every way, you are lovelier than Helen, I declare.

My love for you ignites with purer flame,

Than any passion the world could claim.

-----Affaq