Sonnet To Lord Bothwell - 4 Poem by Mary Stuart

My love for him is growing and shall grow
Throughout my life as long as there's a part
Where it can grow to greatness in that heart;
Then at the last my love may show
So very clearly he shall have no doubt.
For him I'll undergo the worst ordeal.
For him, I'll seek our honour with all zeal,
And through my deeds for certain he'll find out
That wealth, content and ease are lost to me
Unless I do his will and serve him loyally.
For him, I seek good chance from fortune's store.
For him, I wish to keep my life and thrive;
For him, to follow virtue's path I'll strive;
And he will find me constant evermore.