A Reply To Sonnet 65
I know it’s been noted before how nothing--
not metal, not stone, not even the seas--
hold their own against this globe’s contract with time.
And I know the poet’s love has come and gone for centuries,
only to now shine for you and me--you the muse,
me the lover who delights in and burns for who you are,
inspiration of inked pages true.
And I know it’s been noted before
that poetry may be nothing but
a facet of adolescence,
nothing but words
next to none care to know.
But I defy that, I forswear it; I renounce it all
and will bring it to its knees with me,
holding close that which still lives
for you.
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