Poetry: Sonnet in Disguise

 Sonnet in Disguise

O' the queen of the heart of mine,

Why wouldn't thou grace?

Me with thine embrace.

When the Nyx cloaks the sky,

And Hypnos lands on my eye,

Thine iridescent reverie arise,

Bestowing, prickling my essence.

I fly from hill to hill,

To peck thine rosy nectar.

But thou art in queues still,

Making my endeavours ill.

Speak, o' my mistress speak!

What have doth I to be weak?

All I ever did was revealing,

Love's honeydew peak.

There's nothing but a leak,

Of my ardent affection,

And thine squalls of rejection.

I'll wait for thou in a silver tray,

Constantly pray and pray.

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