What perfect shade of blue is my love's eyes,
That penetrates the depths of my own heart?
That summons forth so frequent smiles and sighs,
From one glad victim struck by Cupid's dart?
Too bright for sapphire; dark for aquamarine,
They shine the light of stars, but are not gray,
Their gaze is something I have never seen,
They're bluer than the sky so far away,
They sparkle, pierce, and soften at his whim,
What shade they are I never can decide,
Instead i'll make comparisons to him,
"What color's that? It's blue like my love's eyes."
How many different shades I never knew,
Could be inside the simple color blue.
Author notes
I still cant decide precisely what shade of blue his eyes really are....
Sonnet VI, enjoy!
Comments
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"Instead I'll make comparisons to him." What a pretty thought. I love the concept. Line five seems to have a few too many syllables though with "aquamarine."
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Yeah it doesn't quite fit, but the word has three rapid fire unstressed syllables followed by one stressed syllable, so I can't get it to fit perfectly in the iambic meter anyway.
But I still liked the word.
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