by Neil Outar
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
but lustrous shades of silky chestnut brown
as vast and deep as hidden rivers run
swiftly drawing this unvers’d suitor down.
Through the stygian deeps of fading time
and through the ebon breadth of endless space,
no force in heaven can deny the light
that shines like jewels in my lady’s face.
An angel spirit clean and pure there burns
O’er her flawless smooth and rosy cheek,
and when fondly her gaze upon me turns
my mind goes numb and my muscles grow weak.
My lady is nothing like morning skies;
the evenstar burns in those dark brown eyes.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born in Brooklyn, NY, Neil Outar is a first generation American poet of Guyanese and Indian heritage. Falling in love with the written word at an early age, Neil was fascinated by medieval and renaissance poetry forms.
Last updated June 25, 2013