Sonnet 205

Sweet heaven! I beseech you, hear my vow,
That I shall suffer death to right the wrongs
Which caused her head to bend in shameful bow,
Before all wretched fouls I could amend.
Oh does it pain me that her heart should grieve,
Or that her mind should dwell on my deceit;
For what am I if she should choose to leave,
Not but an empty vessel, drained complete.
Then hear my pleas and give me thus the strength
To beg forgiveness with so sure a tone,
That I may mount a broad and blessed defense,
Win back her love, and for my sins atone.
Divine benevolence, please grant this stay,
While I repair my heart and souls decay.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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