I sit to ponder more or less to muse <br />About this lively thing call'd love <br />O' a saucy lady can she be full of <br />Passion yet fleeting as the clouds above <br />She can kiss a heart so tenderly <br />Softly sensually caress one's soul <br />Cast a spell without a word <br />Fill an empty heart and make it whole <br />Rivers of tears hath flow'd in her name <br />Sonnets written thru the years abound <br />Ah the Bard knew'th love well <br />In his words my lady thee were duly crown'd <br />Sweet lady these lips crave your dainty hand <br />So oft persued by this humble man<br /><br />John A. Hancock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-11-7/
