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how darist the look upon
the bridge of thine beauty's brow
casting as the does, shadow and shimmer
out over such a bountiful plow
merit herself holds tremor's tithe
abundance of spirit hoists praise
higher than youthful flesh doth writhe
in spite's own whimsey, a miracle's personality
she doth make a prized cameo
from even butter's churned clump
spell cast over a summer daisy's breath
sets to bloom
a face before thought to mantle a frump
yet by thy quick whip of a clever tongue
and handled with such aplomb
fuses thine delicious wit
with that which calamity wrung
a countenance believed to be that of
a cold biting blade before
could blossom in unseasonable warmth
a timeless lush lily to one particular eye
ever more..........
(March 18, 2015 934am)

and here is the sonnet I replied to.............

When forty winters shall beseige thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:
Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by succession thine!
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.