Sonnet 573

Rudolfo Valentino one dark day
Gave up his heart and soul for loving cause,
For he had blessed in marriage men to save
From wars devised by cruel Claudius.
Alone, attended by his jailers daughter
He cured the blindness she had borne from birth,
Perhaps that she might stay the coming slaughter,
And he sustain his godly work on earth.
This miracle did not persuade his captors,
His death was set the morrow after dawn;
That eve he gave sweet Julia a letter—
The content signed by Valentine there on.
The image of that note lives on in time;
Blood red of heart shines every Valentine.

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Sonnet 572

So would it please if I your Valentine
Should proffer love upon a bended knee,
And could you then by ardor’s grace in kind
There clasp that heart bestowed so graciously?
And pray might you adore the flowers I bring
Or yet the baubles I would have you wear,
While then perhaps the sweetest birds might sing
As my heart bravely knocks upon your door.
Alas, I fear you hardly know my name
For still I worship you but from afar;
Not strength of love but some strange fear within
Keeps that door closed though it seems left ajar.
I stand here fettered by my own love’s might,
By limbs made weak when e’er you grace my sight.

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