Sonnet - 46 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

Virtuous as Strangers do Good Remarks meet
That folly would one's ears made to Assume
His Eldered Voice far dips my mind discreet
Where Heart as Dowry-Lipped object presume
Then again, Youth my Transient Partner rends
When Lone Creation just Subscribes to Faith
Which if Fort-Lived makes his Parcel amends
When all such time our Crockeries await
Crystallise then; Then Re-mark my Toned Shell
Whereas Sullen Wonders my Lad locate
If Sewn for my Garment or his own Cell,
Regardless his Benefit mark this Plait.
Grateful, Sir. At my Prime the very least
Allow his Moist Clouds his Sugars we Feast.