Begetter, fairer than fairest Sonnets,
O, nubile nymphet of my mind’s Spring!
I yearn for more closeness to all thy charms!
I open my heart wide and imbibe thy Grace!
If muteness can be deemed the space
where mind & heart avoid alarms,
then I to thee full muteness bring
in obeisance if thy heart desires.
THOU hast begotten each sweetest thought;
‘tis THY fair vision is pallet of my mind;
THY graces, charms are my truest heart,
ALL my fulfillment in THEE I find.
With Love’s embroidery my heart is fraught,
and THINE the inspiration which begets its rhyme.
Wow!!!
Lesa