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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