Romantic Interlude

In Shakespeare's time they sung of love the best,
Of kiss me sweet and twenty's ardor there.
Ben Jonson, Michael Drayton and the rest,
Outpour'd their youthful hearts for she was faire.
E'en later, in her aspect and her eyes
Did Byron show us beauty in the night.
Their countless ways to praise desiring sighs
Draw near, near as such sighing gain requite.
For you I summon magic from lang past
To add to aspect here, most dear as well;
The carriage of your honor standing fast,
Your intellect and sense clear as the bell.
   Evoking now a love I’m proud is mine
   I write these words to my own Valentine.

   posted by Stephen at 3:16 PM | Plink