Sonnet 572

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

© Loubert S. Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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