Your Ugly Errors Rest Beneath Your Skin

Your Ugly Errors Rest Beneath Your Skin

A Poem by Chloe
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A reply to Shakespeare's Sonnet 141

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Your ugly errors rest beneath your skin,

Your words horrific to offended ears,

Your tasteless mind compelling you to sin

Against me; let my fragrance draw your tears.

In grace and charm I lack but not in this;

This ardent voice devours your pride until

At length you must be prone to this fierce kiss,

Whose taste turns sour; a sensual feast to kill.

All faults am I in every sense; and yet

Your heart desires this hag you scorn, but why;

For your fulfilment you owe me a debt,

This ‘wit’ of yours has destined you to die:

Yet love’s eternal grief diseases still

My heart; this be my sentence and His will.

© 2008 Chloe


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Added on November 30, 2008
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Chloe
Chloe

Southampton, England



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