Sonnet 33: Where Beauty Lay My Love Lies Alongside
Where beauty lay my love lies alongside
In your beauty lies the truth of my heart
How therefore can the truth of my love chide?
And so I have to play sweet Cupids part.
This love of mine cannot be unfaithful
For to neglect this love would be a lie,
And to love thy beauty is delightful,
So a lie is something I would not try.
With your hair coloured like the daffodil
Your complexion like a pink rose
That does give my dear true heart such a thrill,
Out of all others it was thee I chose.
The beauty of love is truth itself blest
And the truth of love is a treasure chest.
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