SONNET 7

Sonnet 7

If I should come across a woman fair

of loving stroke and such a plush kiss voice

that I must with tremulous hands ensnare

and as one with her perfect form rejoice,

then I know myself a hapless soul to be,

seeking swift mercy from ill-fated coup,

with earnest petition and fervent plea

for fierce yearning feel I only for you.

Should true heart’s desire, be by life held sway

so must cruel and callous nature sigh

and with puzzled dew teared frown then say,

this perfected love should be in heaven high,

not my earthly realm of rich land, air and sea

for my art seems muted compared with thee

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