Sonnet Number Three

Your beloved eyes are undercover

The hopes of mine heart are soon forgotten

Memory is with my secret lover

As if my love was but a misbegott’n

 Come here, come here in the secret places

Come close and let no other win they heart

You’re  the beauty, uncompar’d to oth’r faces

I pray, my love, that we should’st never part

 You, my love, are liken’d unto Romeo

My lost lover who nev’r did’st know thy love

Thy heart twas missed by cupids brok’n arrow

My heart’s loss twas predestined from above

 My sequestered lone heart twill soon extol

Thy un-relinquished heart hath lost mine soul.

l'amour fou

Teacup