Sonnet 171

That I was never worthy of your love
Has been declared by many a sharp tongue,
Yet hearing such did bolster me to prove
Of many suitors, I your love alone.
Though lacking of fine purse, I drew my wage;
No title given, this I earned with sense,
Sound proper wit, no wisdom of an age;
To pay the tutor was my recompense.
With righteous patience I did bide my time,
Each promise made, in truth I swore to keep –
One purpose sure that you’d be ever mine,
True love thus sown, there ever love to reap.
Though not of noble birth I begged your hand,
Not lord nor king, but sure a self-made man.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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