1st June 2014

Sonnet 152

In loving me we both know you're forsworn,

But I am twice the liar love of thee swearing;

You the old bed-vow broke, leaving faith torn,

I vowed old love - it's this new hate I'm bearing.

I won't be accused of what was  broke by thee -

Since my trust in Old Faithful's* not the most,

Swear some teary oaths,  I might show some  kindness -

Oaths of new love, new truth , some constancy;

 Just to enlighten me, give my eyes blindness**,

Make them swear blind it's the real you they see.

Then, swear me fair again my perjured eye -

I'll need some confidence to live this lie.

*Cone geyser in Yellowstone National Park, noted as one of the most predictable geographical features on Earth (erupting almost  every 91 minutes).

**Really?