SONNET 144
The shadows you once cherished are now this jealous
Hiding thy splendor from me like a corona,
All your tart experiences in one long eclipse,
My nature pined for dew, but the rest whose auras
Casted my dream of you under this firmament.
For what better good, I cannot say, for that truth
So all I love I was betrayed this white ripened
Pallor of Love. Not the ick of a body droops
What both light and dark hid from me till yesterday:
Your quinoa blush, your satin mantle, your crests,
Acerbic overlook each malformation said
"I am she," making me believe despite the rest.
If Love 'tself be a lie then 'ts tomb revisited
Finds us together still but I stand by 't lifted.
