

My dearest RobynMy dear robin, shall you sing me that song, So epic, it rivals the times of rome, I would do no justice to sing along But I would write to you, my finest poem. Charioted by the muse that sings before me. And though, such sound claims are easy to makeMy dearest Robyn
When the knaves of today forge a false vow To the beauty they see. Like a gift given to eve from their snake As the instant pleasure that lust brings now.
But when sincere oaths turn inside mens hearts Soo


Sonnet 2Had fire, or even the sun shone as bright; All would turn to dust and settle anew. When the time your body rests without light My thoughts would wish to rest with you. In you there lies the grace of an angel, Though you are just as gentle and refined; No angel would weave such a charming spell For you have robbed me, robbed me of my mind. Shall I think; these thoughts would crash into me As the tides that come and sweep me away. Like some helpless fool lost into the sea with no clue where to go or what to say. but what I feel when you are with me here &nSonnet 2