A Sonnet

I fear, my love, that you have lost your sight,

For, though I stumble, tumbling to the Earth,

You call me wondrous graceful and delight

In me, as in a gem of priceless worth.

I think, my love, you can no longer hear,

For, though I mince and mash all that I say,

You swear my voice is pleasant to your ear

And listen to me chatter all the day.

I know, my love, that you have lost your mind

For, when I sigh with love forever true

You turn and smile and reply in kind

And swear all other women to eschew.

But even though your senses all have fled

Fear not, my love, you’ve gained my heart instead.

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