I met you not before, before you found <br />A man, and children you to him you gave, <br />And you so kind do show, so sweetly sound <br />If single you, I`d bow for`er you slave. <br />What lucky man he is who kisses your face! <br />The father of your children, lady dear. <br />That if the heart were ways to measure grace, <br />You`d come abundant thing, a heaven clear. <br />Oh, yes, I have a loss; you are all took, <br />But then from time to time I find some joy; <br />To sit with you and have on me your look <br />And live the false you are my precious toy. <br />You are not mine, better met than not, <br />And know the earth has women like you got<br /><br />Luis Estable<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-273/
