The sonnet yet to write

I can'st write about thee-

in a sonnet with fourteen lines.

The armor which runs

to the end of the valor,

I'm 'fraid will burst the severity 

of it's own lines.

I can'st compare thee

to any of the pearls I doth see,

More or so I would

for the pearls I haven't yet seen.

That would be many-

as the fact rests

I haven't seen any.

Mayhaps someday

I will do try for thee,

Aye' indeed

Perchance

I might Succeed.

Malsha Walgamage©

27 November 2010