Sonnet 324

What are the best ones you’ve written, said she;
Why of course the verses mirroring you,
Prized precious runes applauding your beauty
And kind gentle sweetness that runs through and through.
You’ve flattered others in similar rhyme
Extolling their virtues, this I do know,
A lady in waiting, a knave with a line…
Is but a story that oft has been told.
Truth is a virtue that all bards know well —
By license of pen I have gilded a gaze
To ferret out graces that sight may not tell,
But never advancing nefarious ways;
Now rest assured, as words are my bond,
Come lay beside me and hear my sweet song.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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