Sonnet 104
Azniv Korkejian
To me, fair friend
You could never be old
As you were when your eye I eyed
Is your beauty still 3 winters cold
From the forest shook 3 summer's pride
3 beautiful springs to autumn turned
In process of the seasons seen
3 April perfumes in hot June burned
Since first you were fresh since yet are green
Those unborn who will never be
Witness to summer's beauty
Your beauty like a dial hand
From his figure no pace perceived
Your sweet hue I feel still does stand
Moves and my eyes have me deceived
Those unborn who will never be
Witness to summer's beauty
