The Poet had Nine Verses Writ for His Love

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Shall I compare your heart to a precious emerald?
But yours can't be bought, or bartered or sold;
Shall I say your love's a red, red rose?
Yours is no mere symbol, heaven knows;
Shall I call your touch a spring's warm breeze?
But you remain gentle, while Winter does freeze;
And while a poem may redeem the time
And truth has been colored by clever rhyme
Your love is what it is, and none of these.

1 comment:

  1. Oooh...I love it! Very Shakespearean. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"


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