(a shakespearean sonnet)

She is a pretty woman free from doom,
Like fireflies she flies through the skies of time.
Full of kindness, her heart is a kind room,
Keep dreaming, soon it will be harvest time.

Like a seed under the full moon she blooms,
Oh! Beautiful heart, you lured the oceans
And carefully calmed the troublesome glooms.
Pretty than all even the gorgeous oceans.

For her weary heart she captured the air,
Purposeful dame, lady with a fine name;
Prepared, fortified, waiting for her pair,
Full of love and vision, no one to blame.

A brand new age, a new life she has found,
Her heart is overwhelmed, she loves the sound.

© Habakkuk Kargbo Rabbi)