#61 (“I wish thee well, my Sweet’. . .”)

 

                        I wish thee well, my Sweet’, my love, my all.

                        We do have many blessings great in life.

                        Let nothing mar this brightest day, no pall

                        Upon the day, this day of life a slice.

                        I love thee greatly, true I do indeed.

                        Long have we been together one in truth.

                        Let nothing hurt our sacred bond, slim reed.

                        I want for us the best, all good–forsooth!

                        When stress doth mar our sacred days amiss,

                        May joy instead soon make its entrance fast.

                        I throw thee hugs immense and also kiss.

                        Lest stress our foot upon a rock doth dash.

                                    I love thee pure and good and sweet.

                                    I hope all years ahead in peace we meet.

2/14/2013

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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