Ayomiro Aderin- Sonnet 11: To an Unknown Lover
Sonnet 11: To an Unknown Lover
Tonight, the moon shines in honor of you.
The crickets in the grass play their love songs.
I wouldn’t use flattery, it’s not true,
For me to compliment you, is it wrong?
You are an apple to eyes, aesthetic
You truly are the offspring of Venus.
There’s no need for anything cosmetic.
There is nothing that can come between us.
Your lips are purest, your love is earnest.
My only wish is to satisfy you.
Your presence simply sets one’s mind to rest,
and with beauty and charm, you are imbued.
Both you and the moon are ever so blessed,
for you both choose to shine above the rest.