My love for thee cannot lay claim to be
As the gilded Sun forever since life began.
I cannot decree that in the stars I see
Us crossed, or in constellations do we span.
I know not if our union was ever foretold,
Of if our souls in Heaven were made to match;
I know it is but what we can behold,
And not of what other minds may aptly hatch.
I will not stake now that we together will
Always remain with these feelings and thoughts
Which we have; but my heart do you till,
And this nature is from our humanity wrought;
So is what makes it beautiful to be
Understood not as perfection amid a tide,
But a glimmer of hope against black to see;
A diamond the darkness cannot hide.
The time is ours my sweet love, if we dare.
This love is long lasting as we humans may care.
inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet LV (Not marble, nor the gilded monuments…), but instead of referring to my lady’s beauty, I spoke of our love.
I pity my words now, I think. For if it was made in heaven, would it that the union still be lasting, perchance.
I’m not sure if I’m done with it or not yet, and I know I corrupt the metre about two thirds or so through. Still, any criticisms, opinions, etc. are more than welcome.