A Lover’s Sonnet
13 October, 2004
Author: Mark Spencer
My lady, allow thy servant a word.
My heart hath crumbled at the sight of thee.
My passion raged as my spirit stirred.
Thy matchless beauty hath enchanted me.
What mystical spell this, which thou hast cast?
Thine eyes hypnotize me, and cloud my mind.
My mighty spirit is smitten at last,
By one who couldst crush me if so inclined.
Thou hast stripped bare the armor that shields me,
My knees grow weak, and I can hardly stand.
If thou doest feel the same, as I for thee,
Speak it, and I’ll drop the sword from my hand.
I shall yield to thee and make thee my wife,
Faithfully thine, for the rest of my life.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Meri (172.129.132.219) -- Wednesday, October 13 2004, 06:13 pm Nice wording, like the Biblical times! When they used the words, hath, wouldst, thou, and so on! This also reminds me of some movies, where a guy meets his sugartart, they quote a few Shakespearen lines, and then they're together! Nice captivating piece Mark! Smiley face, Meri |
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