My true mind makes as many loves of you <br />As my full heart contentedly can hold. <br />And when the one grows dull, the other cold, <br />Yet comes another swifter in to woo. <br />I could not rue such changing retinue <br />Nor chastise circumstance that keeps me bold. <br />I make you young or middle-aged or old <br />Just as it pleases my own whim to do. <br /> <br />And then to counterbalance what you give <br />Thus all unwittingly, I smile or frown, <br />Am thoughtful, mirthful, grave or sunny-eyed <br />To meet your mood and help you best to live. <br />In me, all women to your wish bow down. <br />In you, all men at my desire abide.<br /><br />Zora Bernice May Cross<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-sonnet-xlii/
