''The Muse Inspires Her Inmost Poet'' Revised

The muse inspires her inmost poet: when moved by divine breath she composes sonnets of three quatrains and one couplet with such grace that we send her red roses. Iambic lines by fourteen, five beats per line she strings together like beads on a cord forming verses so resoundingly fine that we adore her with every kind word. Her sonnets' warm and passionate intent are lovelier and much more temperate than untrue kisses when begrudgingly sent (alas, Petrarch himself was ne'er so great!). In time, her sonneteer skills down the years will kindle Shakespeare's envious, green tears.