Sonnet 356

A motley couple they were deemed to be,
In love as strong as any by compare
Though of that bond no worth could others see
And eyes did oft in condemnation stare.
Perhaps in different times, a different age,
With love ordained or blessed by greater gods
They might not feel the scorch of civil rage
Or feel their caring so should be at odds;
But where does rare love ever find a place
That some convention does not press or bind
And why must human longing seek of grace,
Where benediction such seems partly blind?
Thus of their union, none could ever say,
If they were truly happy, or just gay.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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