Sonnet CLXXXVIII

The scarlet sparrow perched on a branch,
Proud sprite, from whence grace her wings did brighten.
From depth of soul tears fell in avalanche,
Yet by her grit did the world enlighten.

In my love’s eyes mine own will firmly rose;
The bloom lit sparks caressing all my might.
With purity, courage, and pointed toes,
When beauty tearfully stood tall that night.

One flowing dance, another climbs in stride:
A swing, a leap and scale, captivates all;
On this podium standing bold with pride,
Smiles, raise the strain, and bravely heed thy call.
Our hero tis royal, no hate dare befall;
This sweet sparrow’s song doth the world enthrall.