Sonnet 1 2025 'You Are Become a Dodge of Love My Dearest'
You are become a dodge of love, My Dearest…
Or there are arrows other than my own,
That would entendril you once they have pierced,
That will deprive you of a higher throne…
Yet, I'll not Queen you yet, before time bends,
And you are sought by sots who drink perfume,
For I will know, before, what are your ends
And I will read the threads upon your loom.
There is no other, better man than me!
And yet, you dodge my arrows all the while,
And tell me you do stay while then you flee
Or come these paradoxes to beguile?
There is no better arrow at the ends
Than tells that we be lovers and not friends.
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