Sonnet IV

[guybles]

Ah, poetry. Sometimes, there's no other way to express yourself than iambic pentameter:

The game of love we both intimately know -
it's laws and maxims mastered by our hearts;
thus, I propose to be your only beau
with passions that no other could impart.
These feelings that weigh heavy in my breast
should in your soul be similarly sown;
I pledge these vows, most earnestly express'd
to make my deep affections truly known:
that I shall never vacate from thy side,
nor ever shall I disappoint you hence,
not will the day approach that wounded pride
could rise from some unfaithful dalliance.
     My actions leave your face unsullied by tears,
     and ledgers of my lies shall remain clear.

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