Poetry will often make love smile
Much like soft notes of music pleasing ears;
Though poems of love may be beset with guile,
Sweet cadence woven in can hearts endear;
The songs of love are oft times puffery,
Like peacock plumes designed to stir the heart,
Or courtly notes fond wafted on the breeze,
Each but displayed to prove the suitor’s art.
‘Tis why, my love, that I do write for you,
Not license here, but love commands my pen,
It’s not soft power that I do here abuse,
But my desire to praise your truth again.
Why deign to merit worth with false acclaim?
To flatter such would mete true beauty shame.

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