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[sonnetdirection]

No control

Awake, whilst thou dost lie beautiful there

Traces of innocence have stay'd in th'air.

Undone by thee I linger in thy warmth —

All thine; thou hast consumed my evr'y sense.

Stain'd cup of sack, a gust still on my tongue,

Naught but a fingerprint of rouge remains,

And ne'er shall I wash this night away.

As horses gallop on so doth my heart:

My sanguine humour roused my bow string taut

Arrows in quiver no longer contain'd.

While lying here I wait and count the hours

Without control plain love is manifest;

A particle of wine in white sheets hung,

Thy perfume which remains holds me ransom.

#nc #4 #no control #four

[sonnetdirection]

What maketh thee beautiful

Alas, I see that though art insecure;

On searching why, I do not understand.

Thy features fine affection doth procure:

So why doest thou fear none shall take your hand?

Sweet love. Thee lighteth up my darkened realm,

Affecting me as nay hast done before.

With movement of thy locks my heart doth swell,

But when thy lips are hid — turned to the floor

My eye informs me thou art unaware

That free of led or rouge thy skin,

Thy figure, shape and mien to none compare.

If only thou couldst see what I discern

Wouldst thou comprehend my abundant praise;

For thy humble beauty accords my days.

#wmyb #uan #what makes you beautiful #up all night