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!