For mine own darling when doubt doth rise,
when thee believeth thyself unworthy,
when the very stars conspire to surmise
none but I recognize thy reverent glory.
Though storms assail and desert sands do blind,
I am tethered to thy side without fright.
Even when thy words like sharp daggers find,
I holdeth thy hand, bleeding golden light.
Asketh me what I seeth unobscured!
Thou wrestle with thy value; I decree
a gem more precious than the most assured,
a beauty bound to flourish, wild and free.
We art just anon learning how this works.
Together. We art learning how this works.
YOU ARE READING
Step Aside Shakespeare
Poetryin which I torment myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets.
