Sonnet - Eclipsed

Beauty is a thing found everywhere:
A butterfly, a sunrise or a smile,
A baby's laugh, the smell of fresh, clean air,
Or when that special song comes on the dial.

The first few moments of the morning sun,
So comfortable within the bed's cocoon,
Basking in the day as yet unspun,
As brilliant azure sky blots out the moon.

Yet waxing on the elegance and grace
In every moment we can recognize,
Is nothing when compared to lover's face,
Her touch, her kiss, the twinkle in her eyes.

Her beauty leaves all other types to shame --
Especially when she sighs her poet's name.

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