(in answer to William Shakespeare)
Proudly of you I write the truth in my verse,
where I try to beguile to me much-loved you
and to woo you I do need no rite or any curse,
to make the feelings in our hearts come true.
I do not needs spirits to teach me how to write
while omnipotent God does lead the way ahead,
away from occult compeers I do stay by night,
where with memories to you I do love spread.
Neither do I need the help of a familiar ghost
to be able to write to you with some intelligence
and of my verses I stay silent and do not boast,
where I am constantly longing for your presence:
where by God's will to you I do write line upon line
and no lack of inspiration by His grace do infirm mine.
[Reference: "Sonnet 86 Was it the proud full sail of his great verse" by William Shakespeare.]
© Gert Strydom
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