Sonnettics

The softness of her face becomes an Art
Portrayed in skin and shadows drawn by will
The will that shows the magic of her heart
That brings the joy of beauty she would fill

She fills her lines with curves that can emote
The thoughts that show her face beyond her eyes
And ev’ry word she speaks is to denote
Each story she would tell without surprise

Surprise appears regardless of her words
Like clouds appear within the bluest sky
Above the songs of flight of soaring birds
That reach for heavens where their songs can fly

I see the truth within her face’s song
The right of softness where her words belong.

The volta of ambition sings a song
A little song that dances in my mind
It can’t be right; it therefore must be wrong
So wrong, it simply must be left behind

And yet I can’t decide which note should end
Which foot that falls before its verse declines
Decline my verse and never be a friend
To anyone like me, whom verse defines

Then back to the beginning we must dance
Before the volta turns, its song to sing
Then back into the place we took our chance
Where neither one expected anything

Return my life; return my sullied cross
Return to what your spirit might emboss.