Sonnet 468

I did profess to love her more than life
And to embrace love’s fealty ‘til death,
By God’s sweet grace she would become my wife
To live in praise until my final breath.
A heart of hearts, she did with love subtend
Each mortal action and each thoughtful prayer;
A lover true and yet a dearest friend
Regaled in beauty yet beyond compare.
But lost in youth, I knew not what I had,
Perhaps a brighter bloom just o’er the hill,
Another floret plucked to make more glad;
Another blossom on a coxcomb’s frill.
A fool of fools, I wandered far and wide
To but recross where love and honor died.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.