Sonnet 324

What are the best ones you’ve written, said she;
Why of course the verses mirroring you,
Prized precious runes written with glee
Applauding your beauty as sweet poems do.
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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