EJA

EJA

Sonnet XXI

Thou art the lips where sacred kiss hath breath’d

Wrought with the embrace of thy beauties lost

Who with all their souls mine life hath thee griev’d

That all to oft thy dream is thine alone tossed

Thy dearest art beloved as rose blooms

Which I enraptured hath ordained love

And where charms endear and thy beauty looms

And all senses filled with joy from above

Ergo a life so majestic and fair

That time thine cherished bliss hath understood

As virtue tis light, that sunshine compare

With effect astound that world of thy good

Constant as mother’s heart and soul doth bare

And thou, fair love, leave mine heart in thy care

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