A sonnet to Agnes

I would like to be sure
about my inner feelings
To interpret their meanings
So painful, though so pure

Your smile is my cure
and for all human beings
and above all their sayings
there's a goddess, it's for sure

A shining golden hair
which irradiates this darkness
named Agnes who I care

and I had her as my guest
I ignore if she's aware
of her immense sharpness

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