Sonnet of the day

Sonnet 102


My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming:
I love not less, though less the show appear
That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming
The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere
Our love was new, and then out in the spring
When I was wont to greet it with my lays;
As philomel in summer's front doth sing
And stops his pipe in growth of riper days.
Not that the summer is less pleasant how
Then when her mournful hymns did hush the night
But that wild music burdens every bough
And sweets grown common lose their dear delight

Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue
Because I would not dull you with my song.



With love,
Qamar Purnama