I have not revered Will's cunning wordplay,
Nor shall my musings be so numerous.
Somewhat self indulgent, slave to cliche,
A rare place, no bid to be humorous.
Be sure that my words come straight from the heart,
I purely seek to bare my restless soul,
I seek not acclaim, rather stand apart,
Cannot feign style, I have not the control.
My fealty lies with Shakespeare, night and day,
Reading a Petrach is a transgression,
I know my loves, there is no need to stray,
Let this be clear, there is no concession;
If you like your poems risky and new,
Be warned: my blog is not the place for you.
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