A sonnet to a passing beauty

Born in the midst of July, Helen of Troy

The cause of a decade of war, atrociously youthful.

Not yet the Instagram tag ‘Business mom of three boys’

Family first and expected be nothing but blissful.

Purely ego-centrical creature with most beautiful face

Swaying sundresses over a catwalk, she airily giggles.

What if my life clock strikes every time on a hot summer day?

Time like Calaf turns it against Turandot trapped in her own riddles.

The wisdom would be to accept all four seasons of life,

The year is longer than summer. And life - longer than youth.

The wisdom would be to autumn into a content mother and wife,

But will you turn deaf ear to sour-sweet whispers louder than the truth?

The heart will only find peace with what has the strongest taste

And circles me back to Love, the universal constant, and my strongest faith.