Sonnet 63 'Dost Thou, In Seeking Love, Mistake Romance'
(I apologize, as I have been busy writing a novel
and have not posted poetry for a long time!
I pray you, forgive my absence, and read this
little contribution, written with heart!)
Dost Thou, in seeking Love, mistake Romance
For Love’s sweet angel, calling out to thee?
Romance is but a dull fellow, who pants
And huffs and barks incessant, up the tree!
But Love, O Love’s a King in beggar’s clothes,
Who sits at th’ gate each day, to see the Queen—
And when she rides forth, he presents a rose
‘Tis all that he may do—his heart is clean!
For she hath sworn her beauty and her heart
To another King than he, greater, and kind
Who hath won her troth by simple, honest art
And purity and gentleness of mind.
O, do not with Romance, elope, and find
Love’s greater Beauty lost, and fallen behind!
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