A Sonnet for Imogen Rose

The moon could not shed such a glow as you,  
nor all the constellations ‘round the stars,
nor planets orbiting the sun like Mars.
Sun can only shine as bright, when new
as you - the soft and shining morning dew,
who lends life’s lonely beauty to the hours;
such dulcet tones  - your music like guitars,
whose sounds the gods could not subdue.

Though some may find a cry at night the plight
of parents who lose sleep for care, and croon
a tune of love, for love’s soft embers light.
So sweet and clear I hear your infant tune,
that smites my heartstrings with such strong delight
and bids me fall into love’s tender swoon.