(in answer to William Shakespeare)
Your beauty some might say is how I do behold
when in years from now to my verse people come,
that inconsistent I showed just a part vividly bold,
where mighty words at a later time might still roam
but no man can pin down your exact look or your eye,
or your way of speech, your personality or female grace,
only indications of it and your wit do in these verses lie,
not even a painter can note down to life your lovely face.
My songs of love to you are constantly on my tongue
while we do live in a modern changing kind of age,
where the metre may not be written in modern song,
while how you are might be called my own mad rage
but where absolute truth be sincerely and in honestly told,
to who read these lines you will still great beauty hold.
[Reference:"Sonnet 17 Who will believe my verse in time to come" by William Shakespeare.]
© Gert Strydom
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