To write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet,

So dazzling in the cool and sweet spring air,

With daisies and a nuthatch perched upon it;

But how can I describe a face so fair?

Perfection in you eyes, your hair, your face

Much purer than the clearest of Spring's streams,

Aglowing with such elegance and grace,

It does outshine the Sun's enfeebled beams.

Yet through your eyes shines beauty greater still,

The glory of the archetype of spring,

The world reborn for so it is his will

Earth kneels before her resurrected king.

Should Spring, and Earth, and life to us all cease,

We'll meet at last in Heav'nly joy and peace.