Sonnet 175

Though my heart aches and aches, yes aches for you,
Your grace remains oblivious to my pain,
And I a wretch now lost with naught to do
Save strive in hope, your favor yet to gain.
Stand naked I, bereft of courage, bare;
With eyes too weak to hold that sovereign gaze
And you, a beauty true, beyond compare –
No lips exist to give you worthy praise.
There numbed to silence, I do sit and dream
That one day soon I might yet hold your hand,
And in these thoughts explore all lover’s schemes
To win your love and reign in soft command.
In dreams I rise to storm the castle gates;
At dawn, relent to all that love conflates.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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