As well as the usual disclaimer, I must note that the form of this poem
is modeled on the sonnet that begins "My mistress' eyes are nothing
like the sun," by William Shakespeare.
"My Rosie's eyes" - Samwise Gamgee
My Rosie's eyes are brilliant as the sun
A rose is put to shame by her lips' red
Pure white as snow, her aprons, every one
Her braided hair adorns her sightly head
I have seen cherries growing, red from white
Fruit and blossom made dim by her fair cheeks
And in no perfume is there more delight
Than the fresh bread she makes me each two weeks
Whenever she does speak, why then I know
That music has no more euphonous sound
Although I've seen an Elf-queen softly go
My Rosie when she walks but skims the ground
And so, I tell you, she to me is rare
As any in the world, beyond compare
My Rosie's eyes are brilliant as the sun
A rose is put to shame by her lips' red
Pure white as snow, her aprons, every one
Her braided hair adorns her sightly head
I have seen cherries growing, red from white
Fruit and blossom made dim by her fair cheeks
And in no perfume is there more delight
Than the fresh bread she makes me each two weeks
Whenever she does speak, why then I know
That music has no more euphonous sound
Although I've seen an Elf-queen softly go
My Rosie when she walks but skims the ground
And so, I tell you, she to me is rare
As any in the world, beyond compare