In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
For they in thee a thousand errors note;
But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,
Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
Tonight when my husband got home from work, he was... crabby. And then I was... crabby. It happens, right? Anyways, he left for a little while, and I'm thinking it is the right time to hit him with some poetry when he gets home :) I've never written poetry for my significant otter, but we'll see how it goes! My sonnet is about the night we started dating. I don't think it sounds very good or very Shakespearean, but I gave it a shot.
To My Significant Otter
Your shaky hands hold mine so soft
Around, around, around we walk.
The night is cool, the stars aloft
Around, around, around we talk.
Hopeful hearts run wild tonight;
Whispered hopes from deep do strive;
Imagined love on tongues alight
As quiet words on air describe
The terror that we feel inside.
The pumping of our beating chests
Advises us to run and hide
Lest in another soul the future rests.
The mystery of a romance
That time may bring to love perchance.
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