#78 (“Ye are so good to me, my Sweet’. . .”)


                        Ye are so good to me, my Sweet’, my Love.

                        ’Tis blessing greatest of my life for sure.

                        I do return ye love alway’, my Dove.

                        O’r love doth best be known alway’ a cure. . .

                        A cure for all that ails us e’er indeed.

                        A cure that joy doth give with happiness

                        Assured.  I need thee greatly—I, weak reed.

                        I love your traits in time I’ve seen so oft’.

                        Ye traits of kindness, mind so keen, so smart.

                        Ye are a paragon, so hat I doff.

                        Ye are so solid, like a massive rock.

                                    Thanks be the day we wed, my Sweet’, my Dear.

                                    O’r bond, o’er years, is firm indeed, is sear.’





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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