Love Quote # 169
Sonnet For Jaclyn|
I would I were the rouge upon her cheeks,
To be graced with the touch of such fair skin.
Better to be the bed in which she sleeps,
To comfort her whilst sound dreams do steal in.
But, no, neither would ever do, I fear;
In either, the dreaded clock ticks away,
And rouge becomes faded as night draws near,
Her bed, come first light, vacant for the day.
I think it best to be whate'er I am,
For better or for worse, it can't be fixed.
I am but a fool in love, a new man;
Upon her grace and beauty, I am transfixed.
And so let it be that I but observe,
With hopes someday, her affections I'll deserve.
- Nick Marcotti -