Sonnet - 171 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

When Later Loves make your Honesty prove
And entomb your Words honestly recite
By much a Metre does your Heart much groove
And base your Revolution could incite
If thus I sit on this Addled-snaked Rock
And medicate myself upon your Dream
To invest my Songs firmly on your Stock
Where Flavour abandons its Useful Stream
Else sate myself fully with Water's own Time
Lest any given Measure dull my Sate
To be Loving more than seek Love at Mime
Where Truth bewitched must embetter my Fate.
Hallowed be All where such Example's growth
Just You and Me compass our Heartness both.