#22 (“Why do uptight I get. . .”)


                        Why do uptight I get too of’t for peace

                        Of mind?  Why do I ask my Paul to hear

                        Obsession that would seem to strain our lease?

                        ‘Tis foolish act, I know it is, my Dear.

                        Forgive me for this fault of mine—a fault

                        Of misplac’d faith; I look to calm when God

                        I need.  His presence can’t be lost nor bought.

                        Be gentle with me, Sweet’, my love; the rod

                        I seek to beat myself is wrong—a false

                        Way.  I know ‘tis best Love to feel in soul

                        But sometime all I feel is grim, sad loss.

                        Ye are my rock, with heart so strong and bold.

                                    Support me, Sweet’, I love you dear and true;

                                    Forgive me for the things I wish to rue.



Author: elizabethansonnets

I have written both love and divine sonnets in the Elizabethan style for a long time. Now I am gradually adding them to a blog. Most are dedicated to my husband.

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