Rhyme & Reason

In me poesy shall you find love with all its faces

All the joys that spring forth, all burdens it places

In heart’s shrine bury, let not your feelings be revealed

Oft love would stand profaned, were it not concealed

In my love’s veil hide, let not yourself be so revealed

Oft beauty is profaned if in modesty not concealed

My verses, ruby tears that my heart sends to plead

For them to flow more, the heart must more bleed

‘Tis poesy don’t want I, for on me sorrow does it feed

It flows from my heart when love makes it bleed

No Taj could I build, in no annals shall I be

An unknown soldier I, just true to love I’ll be