My Foison of Love

a shakesperian love poem by me

Thou knowest it is you that I so do love,
with thou loving voice and warm soft touch.
Giddy with the foison of love within thine own heart,
and betimes I do weep for I knowest thou loves me the same.
Our love so grand compasses a whole new orb,
an elysium as dateless as our own bounded souls.
Tis gross in sense that we shall forever be together.
Let us fly away to an occulted place out of haunt
till the perpetual wink, just you and I.
No one practicing upon us, no prate,
just our love primy, and we will bray out that
weraday will come that the vallanies of love
shall no longer out shine the better ones.
This is thine shrift, and it is thy sooth.
The steads will be far ranker then you ever dreamed
For my love, which is as boundless as the sky,
will remain, forever and always, yours.