In what has become an annual tradition here at AoftheA – an original Talk Like Shakespeare Day sonnet. In the nicketh of time.
Thy First Love
Speaketh not of love this dark night, weighed heart,
For of such a thing I require no Word.
My life hath been, seems since my breath did start,
Tossed ‘twixt and ‘tween from it’s emotions stirred.
‘Twas taken once when clasping close was best
Or oft times held tight ‘stead of freely giv’n;
Or proffered, taut with cords of proof professed
Then cruelly cut, all hope mere hollowed heav’n.
I’ve loved from strength and from equal weakness,
Yet neither state hath left me spent nor filled.
I’ve truly loved for love’s sake, through meekness,
Through duty, with care, lest my soul be killed.
Midst my tears cried my heart, “Thou loved with loss,
For thou canst love true, lest first love thine cross.”
You are truly very talented.
Did one actually writeth the sonnet onself? If so-eth, thou art truly a star amongst us!
Simon Cowell -eth, eat your hearteth out. We discovered Larry before you dideth.
Aye, ’tis mine. I thank thee for thine kind words!
Perfect timing.
Thank you.
This is beautiful Larry. Is it the fruit of adoration?