Sonnet- Xvi Poem by Sherwin Ilagan

There's recollection from a joyous lea,
If Lady Mary feels thy heart- she'll bring
Her sentimental empathy to sing—
Towards the bezel of our loyalty,
The violin of minstrel poetry—
It comprehends thro' music with its string?
O set the octave tone to bare its wing:
Will resonate all melodies to me.

Thou art the lecturer of what I'd felt
And haply mistress of my loyal will,
For I should be thy servant to obey—
Thy word of invitation (we both dealt)
Remembrance from such greater joy but still—
In wretched moments when there's no allay.