(Her) Beauty for My Ashes
Thy beauty for my ashes, like God's grace,redeems the time which the locusts have eaten;
and touches the stars that young dreamers embrace,
to comfort the lost that the world has beaten.
O, Rose! Thy face is radiance in form.
Thy brilliance glows, and shines strong like the sun;
and thy fervor, like a tempestuous storm,
is boundless though your heart's meant just for one.
But thou art Sappho, the Tenth Muse renowned.
Like Venus de Milo, thy shape creates art.
Knowledge, and wisdom, doth live and resound
in thee; and takes captive this poet's heart.
Should doubt exist, let this line put to rest:
of all Ten Muses, thou art the greatest!
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
Written on 2026-03-20 at 03:12
Tags Rose Sappho Venus
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