Sonnet 61, I Feel It Worth The Gold Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I feel it worth the gold, in what you see,
For believes are all, if eagerly you try;
Truth is made from: to be or not to be,
And with them too, your poetry shall fly.
Thus vainly are all other's subtleties,
Not the worth of speaking with our tongue;
If untutored dictation - it disagrees
For what's false, is never lyrically sung.
Remember this, as insights are made to trust,
And rules are all to bend and shape at will;
The fairies there are surly then not thrust,
If you yourself to those rules up fulfill.
All in words said be poems - if it's you,
Wherefore you tried your best to get them through.