More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 77: The Poet
(Admonishments 4)

These words are only words and nothing more;
When spoken, they become a breath of vapor;
When chanted, they're but sounds our ears adore;
When drunken, they do show the drunkard's stupor.
A charming beauty's words, like beauty's eyes,
Fall short of truth by beautifying false;
And even clever words, like clever lies,
Can never move a heart with honest pulse.
But mine are truthful words, though they be breath,
For words of truth are spoken through the heart;
Such words are timeless words, defying death,
Requiring you to learn a special art.
      So listen to the words your heart should know:
      That we are twain, but one where love can grow.

(To be continued...)

A/N: 4th installment and counting... ( ^_^ )