SONNET 18

His Beloved

His Beloved is incomparable to summer
For such the latter is being shaken so quick
It so fragile and truly so weak
It is always hiding on the clouds so thick

His Beloved is truly unlike a summer
He will remain constant and would never suffer
Simply because He has mortality of beauty
He would leave forever as eternity

His Beloved will grow through his affection
He is like a God who has absolute perfection
Oh young man You are really so steadfast
Unlike a summer which changes so fast

His Beloved will truly live forever
He will never meet death, oh really never

For the youth will forever exist on paper

Through the verse of the man so clever

-SONNET 18