5th January 2014

Sonnet 62

I've tried to see you through an artist's eye,

In pencil, weigh each proportionate part,

But at last use the rubber remedie

To mark an empty outline for your heart.

 With this dispassionate insight of mine,

All perspectives taken into account,

You'll be no less or more than I define -

What eyes don't see, I don't have to surmount.

I've tried to draw other models, indeed,

They'd yet to encounter antiquitie,

Hot gorgeous  young guys who I failed to read,


(I wasn't blind to this iniquity!)


     Whoever I drew didn't draw much praise -

    They all looked like you in our salad days.