The love of youth, one says, is but a fleeting lie.
I hope my love is constant so my love is true,
but how can I defy the wisdom and the rue
or wicked Age and Time? I must obey or die,
for Death escapes the loop of Time and that of Life;
and Death defies the customs of the Ageist Rule.
But Life and Love, entangled with the nasty two,
are thus subject to foul wickedness and strife.
Oh Thisbe, why so fleeting from the lioness?
It proves a better death than love’s cruel happiness!
Alas, we love, we hurt, commend our sighs above -
for if my love is fickle, cast me to my death,
and Love will share my sudden robbery of breath.
Oh such a Fate, oh such a fleeting whim of love!
hi, i think the d after love in the first line is a typo? and should the or in the fourth line be of? anyway i think this is one of your best sonnets yet.
ReplyDeleteYes it is! Thank you :) I'm glad you like it!
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