Blackpower 's Sonnets

Sonnet 1: The Timeless Beauty

In beauty's light, my heart finds its home,

Where love resides, and all my cares are gone.

The stars align, the world is at its best,

When you are near, my love, I am blessed.

Your eyes, like sapphires shining bright and blue,

Reflect the beauty that my soul can view.

In your embrace, I find my peaceful nest,

A haven from life's storms, where love finds rest.

Time may steal beauty, but it cannot take

The love we share, the memories we make.

Our bond grows stronger with each passing day,

And in your love, my heart finds its way.

So let us cherish every moment we share,

And hold each other close, without a care.

Sonnet 2: Love's Enduring Flame

Love's flame burns bright, a beacon in the night,

Guiding us through life's darkest, most uncertain plight.

It flickers not, though tempests rage and roar,

For love is steadfast, constant, and forever more.

The stars may fade, the sun may lose its light,

But love's enduring flame will burn through endless night.

It is the anchor that holds fast, the rock that stands,

The safe haven where our hearts can find their hands.

In love's pure fire, our souls are refined,

And in its warmth, our hearts are forever aligned.

So let us tend this flame, and keep it bright,

That love's enduring light may guide us through life's night.

And when the darkness closes in around,

Our love will shine, a beacon on the ground.

Sonnet 3: The Beauty of the Soul

Your beauty shines, a radiant light within,

A reflection of the soul's pure, inner spin.

It glows with gentle warmth, a love so true,

A beauty that the heart can see, and know anew.

The world's coarse touch cannot diminish its sheen,

For beauty of the soul is forever serene.

It is the essence of our being, the spark divine,

That sets our hearts aglow, and makes us shine.

In your eyes, my love, I see this beauty shine,

A light that guides me through life's twisted vine.

It is the safe haven where my heart can hide,

The peaceful nest where love and joy reside.

So let us cherish this inner beauty rare,

And let it shine, a beacon, beyond compare.

Sonnet 4: The Passage of Time

Time's relentless hand moves swiftly, day by day,

Stealing moments, hours, and years away.

It takes our youth, our beauty, and our prime,

And we barely know when time pass by at the very idiosyncracy Of passive arts

To the indolent It does not matter and when It is gone It is gone never returns

When time is gone It is gone and cannot be regained 

Thorough maneaver night not save the indolent

Who pays not humility to the use Of time

And jettisons the homilies Of time in the grand passage

They tend not to see It when It is crying for attention by the dreary passage Of days and nights

Beam searchlight to holy curiousity to gain

Consciousness to the passage Of times