You lit my sphere, forbear such emptiness|
And in the context of my angelus
All things will fade, not even happiness—
Could last forever with their lusty hues.
No more sixteen, nor phrases that can read—
The child--in you most precious of all price?
A life like pendulum it moves indeed;
And never be again to teach you twice.
Thus, in your smile a glist’ning seventeen—
One sweet dark lad is glad for what is worth?
Deep in your eyes posterity was seen,
(Aquarius will guide you and support)
The past did pass'd through mirror’s empathy,
Your future shines more than the things I see.
(An Oxfordian Sonnet To Jerico)
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