My love with the flowing river of hair
Golden silk matches the bright summer sun
Beauty skin shows, her eyes; jade green with flair
Winters air does not pierce as much or stun
My pulse is lost at the first eye's meeting
Her grace batters my courage; Defenceless
I am, although our time is now fleeting
With her so still, I am burdened with stress
The sun shines in, but does not light the room
Her hand in mine, I feel her pulse slowing
Dwindling is her time as death quickly looms
Her life leaves, her beauty is unfading
Even in death this carries you through time
That remains true or these lines do not rhyme.
First sonnet.