Sonnet to a Pear
By Baylie Karperien
Shall I compare thee to a shrivelled pear?
When thou art old, as such thy beauty fades
Through ink or paint the artists so declare
That love is lovely eyes and pretty shapes
If thus should be then one wert blind would know
Not love nor any of the bliss or joys contained
And ugly be confined to die alone
If love not pretty to behold restrained
It seems that those whom beauty did not bless,
Which all in all, translates to most of us
Would have no hope no reason reassess
The truth that love might deeper go than lust
Love the iron chain two hearts together link
Forged by the two in time and later beat in sync
What do you think? If you like it, leave a comment! If you don’t, feel free to print it out, tear it up, burn it, and scatter the ashes in the wind. I won’t be particularly offended.
Either way, have a lovely afternoon.