Sonnet 167

For I have loved, yes loved, oh loved in vain,
Though few men e’er full quench their heart’s desire;
And love that’s lost does memory ever stain
To score the soul much like a funeral pyre.
Lived I a king in love’s sublimity;
One summer short was my god granted sway,
Yes you my queen, sworn ever there to be
In sovereign love, forever and a day.
Then came my foe, black fate, foul scourge of kings;
That dreaded doomster of the hopes of men,
Great spoiler to the reach of mortal dreams
To humble quite the pith of favored plans.
One day a king, the next a pauper bare…
What majesty to have you once so near.


© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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