Sonnet II

When gratitude on lovers' lips rings false

As flattery by courtly sycophants,

Take care to well distinguish gold from dross

So as to gild gladder remembrances.

In times of doubt, highlight my pure ardor

And thus soothe away worries of your mind.

Anxiety renders clear sight harder,

But even when left blind, be sure you're mine.

My own false sight leaves me too oft afraid:

I'd do too well to take my own advice.

Paired with your might, I feel but a maid

Like Cinderella, sweeping with her mice.

Let Memory my fae godmother be:

Her grace will allow both of us to see.

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Mathew Paust, May 23, 2017

Sly, slick, seductive.

"Paired with your might, I feel but a maid
Like Cinderella, sweeping with her mice."

Lovely. ***

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