Sonnet 20

The angel of my dreams is an unknown one Like stars in the day, and the life on the sun She's in the dream of dreams,and darkness of the dark It is like a flowless journey, which through no one can embark Her eyes are like marbles in the tide,and lips are like paper rose She's very submissive, but she never bows She's found but Invictus, she's in vicinity but not near She has voice like so sweet Lotus, but can't be able to hear Her hairs are silky and, cheeks so soft, But I am guilty that her dimples never laughed.      -Vanns hook