Ye love me more for who I am

Let this world mete out to thee unjust blame. To me, thy fairest eyes shall ever shine, Let tongues parrot what so eyes at fault frame, Thy praise alone shall reach keen ears of mine. Let humble thou of thyself speak modest, Me, knowing thee well, shall always exhort Thee to hoist whatever be the fairest, Modesty never plays a partial sport. It’s rare still if one in love’s worldly-wise, My views when weighed by love, are purified By fire of truth can never once be lies, An if my faith in love’s fairly applied, I know, as well as thou, ye love me more For who I’m than all that I said afore. _____________________________________ Sonnet |11.05.2024| love, romance