''If Poetry Be Love, Then I Be Poor'' (2nd draft)

If poetry be love, then I be poor:
for though I have never loved, I have lost,
to a maid most cunning who played the whore;
and spoiled what I long preserved at all cost.
If poetry be mine, then I be rich;
for I, now like a king of immense treasure,
am but a pauper who has found his niche,
a realm and kingdom of rhyme and measure.
If poetry be health, then I be well;
no invalid, but a bard whose high time
nears; whose destiny only God can tell:
till then, I live by faith and by every rhyme.
So, if God and poetry be absolving,
then I, at last, am content and evolving.

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-06-26 at 14:06

Tags God  Love  Poetry 

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