Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage...
Sonnet 26Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, To thee I send this written embassage, To witness duty, not to show my wit: Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving Points on me graciously with fair aspect And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me. |
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Because you’re fantastic, I love you, and I’m sending you these lines not as a fancy exercise but as a token of that love.
I owe you so much love, on account of how wonderful you are, that I can’t express it properly - and so it might appear that I love you less than I really do. What the piece really needs is your approval, which will make it instantly better. Until I get lucky with inspiration and am able to express myself adequately, I’ll go and hide myself from your cross-examination.