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a sonnet
Thy love art more fine than early spring climes
Softer than the whisper’d breath of my lover
Enchanted set adrift in your sweet rhymes
Mysteries found yet more wont discover
Whilst the dove coos, the alerted cock crows
Amidst shadows in the pink flush of morn
Inclined by Cupid’s bow, aimed in love’s throes
Fervent passion creeps at the crack o’ dawn
And if by slight chance I see in your glance
Lost on the morrow deep dark winter gloom
Wander my soul in desperate romance
Win back my love afore summer resumes
Not to be phased by false summer displays
But uphold the truth, on valentine’s days
