Sonnet to Christina...

Sonnet to Christina...

Christina, rapture, is the thought of you.
Boundless ecstasy, your mere presence be.
The radiance, of your heavenly hue,
Insurmountably, it does, extol me.
Never, have I known, jubilee, like this.
Enchantment is the state, by you, produce.
By your presence, I'm left, bewitched, transfixed.
My entire element, you seduce.
Such pleasure is your, rampant, resplendence.
Oh, how elated, your presence makes me.
Nothing matches its, sheer, magnificence.
It is, a most, reveling rhapsody.
In this world, there is, no splendor, as grand.
Fair Christina, you hath, bewitched, this man!!!

Robert Gardiner
R.G.Love

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