More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 18: The Poet
(Inspiration 7)

A poet's skill in numbered lines is but
Arithmetic of iambics per rhyme;
And tender skill in swaying hearts would gut
A faithless heart of loyalty in time.
And measuring a poet's ardent vows
Produces next to nothing better than
A rhyme, since paper rhymes cannot arouse
A heart to fall in love with heartless man.
A poet's never measured by the weight
Of rhyme or eloquence, as loving truth
Is measured not in passing spells of state:
For love cannot be measured by its youth.
       A poet's love is better measured tall,
       When love becomes his courage, will and all.

(To be continued...)

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