
Sonnet CIII
Scope for self-pride's apparent in this work
Adapting truth to trace lace transient whim.
Narcissism jars, parts start to irk,
Ghosting Shakespearean stanzas neat and trim.
Though rosy cheeks and figures fair attract
On days of joy till usage cloys love's verse,
My Dear, ‘Why butter bread ?’ you'd ask with tact,
As understatement only sounds perverse.
Mistrust these rambling lines which only err
Attempting to improve on peerless grace,
Unchallenged her potential, all prefer
Dreaming upon one face, spurn others’ trace.
Exquisite gifts ! This mirror magic’s tame
Compared to charmed perfection verse can’t frame.



Beautifully penned, extremely gifted, charmingly humble, my Friend.

6 old applause
