SONNET 733
By JH Sayyar
O little child, with cheeks of rose and dew,
Thy laughter lights the heavens with its cheer,
A world reborn each time I gaze on you,
So small, yet all that’s pure is gathered here.
Thy fingers curl like tendrils soft and shy,
Thy eyes outshine the stars in midnight’s dome,
A mystery wrapped in each coo and sigh,
A heart so new, yet love’s eternal home.
Thy breath, a whisper from the angels’ land,
Thy smile, a sun that warms the coldest soul—
What joy it brings to simply touch thy hand,
For in thy grasp, the world becomes whole.
Sweet child, thy cradle sings a future bright,
And all the earth leans close to share thy light.
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