More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 29: The Poet
(Inspiration 18)

Therefore thy treasure does not live in stone,
As dead and good for nothing as the breeze,
Nor is it sanctified upon a throne
Of adamant or alabaster: these,
Without the aid of human eyes, are not
The vessels granting immortality,
But merely trinkets that with time shall rot
Away to nil, unworthy still of thee.
Without that human fire, the flames of love,
To grant the admiration love inspires,
There be no reservoir enough prove
Thy treasure 'gainst the times, as love requires:
       Except when thou dost live within men's eyes,
       Thy treasure safe, anointed in disguise.

(To be continued...)

A/N: Here's the 11th installment of the collection... It's crazy, I know... Go me! ( ^_^ )