Sonnet 75: The Poet (Admonishments 2)

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Sonnet 75: The Poet
(Admonishments 2)

Alas, you make me linger at thy bedside bower!
Although my mistress stole thee from my sight,
You stole her bed upon this midnight hour,
And now I take for me the lines I write
To graft you new against her foul temptations;
You are the sleeping prince I yearn to wake,
The sleeping beauty of my meditations,
The son of Eve that makes my heart to ache!
And so I pass the night in reveries;
When morning comes, so too I must depart;
But ere I go, do know these brevities
Can fill the yearnings of the hollow heart:
      For you're the fire lighting my words with rhyme;
      You give new hope, defying my mistress' crime.

(To be continued...)

A/N: 2nd installment and COUNTING! ( ^_^ )

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