abelmoir

All sonnets of the past I bid Adieu,

To type today this sonnet just for you:

If  only Marlowe I could emulate,

Or had Lord Byron’s magic metric skill,

Or dip like Burns, the true poetic quill

In Helicon’s pure fountains crystal fill:

Then o’er Parnassus I would escalate

To top the topmost towers with my rhymes

And be the very Shakespeare of our times!

The Universe itself I would unfold

And like the alchemist turn lead to gold:

One single line for Evelyn just one line,

To catch the cosmos just to you from me,

Both Health and Happiness I wish for thee!

And here I sign for Evelyn,

George.