More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 106: Fair Youth
(Faults 17)

As clouds, which clear the way to sunny morn,
Give every sinner something to believe in,
So too the pieces of my pride are borne
Upon that morning breeze for me to breathe in;
And while this buoyant feeling lasts, I smile
In gratitude as I have done of old,
As if to shirk my burdens for a while
And let sweet nature fill my heart with gold.
And yet, despite the semblance of good cheer,
There clasps the subtle clutch upon my heart
That still reminds me of my public smear:
How can I rid myself of such a smart
      When shame reminds me of these hidden scars?
      How can I right the fault within my stars?

(To be continued...)

A/N: Here's another one... I hope you're enjoying these so far... ( ^_^ )