Betrothed
Betrothed
O! Love! My Love! Witholdeth not thine heart!
What guile be this upon thy pit'ous lot?
Beknownst this day my father--King--didst start,
Not I, but he! What grief o'ercomes! Fie! Plot!
O! Love, love. My Love! Thyself beauty's rose
This night mine armour hies anon--thy thrall
To findeth: Thou whom holds mine heart--exposed--
An' carry thee unto yon castle hall.
I am ensnared, entangled full with thee!
Both moon an' stars--they coveteth thy light.
O! Love, love. My Love! Ere fixed be
Thy mark! Thou--alone--my constant, delight.
Aye! Me! Fret not my love! Thy Kiss awaits...
Betrothed are we--my queen--thus...'tis thy fate.
Deborah Burch©4/21/2012
English/Shakespearian sonnet
Using Old English dialogue
*Often, if Shakespeare wished to draw attention to certain areas or lines in his work he would leave a syllable out...thereby 9 instead of 10 syllables in the line...or variations...riddles and mysteries.... :)
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
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