Sonnet 3

She has the shiny smile and the golden eyes
That light up the bleak black dark world inside.
The man with heart of ice melts and cries
As he loses the last cold place to hide.
She is precious and a joy to his heart.
He loves this woman like no one before.
His greatest pain is to be torn apart
From this woman he loves forevermore.
No other woman makes him feel this way.
To her alone, he is faithful and true.
Hers is the beauty of the brightest day.
Her worth is demonstrated in virtue.
Her warm face shines like an eternal sun
He is made brand new by her--The One.

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