Love Sonnet 228

A humorous sonnet designed to amuse, employing simile, hyperbole and exaggeration. It proceeds in the second paragraph to do the exact opposite of what it proposes in the opening lines.

Most flowery words are designed to gyp,
Know that I shun such manner of discourse,
My speech proceeds in truth without a slip,
With words untainted, coming from the source;

My love is as the sea that rides so high,
Unfathomed depths, which scour the beds below,
Its waves incessant, though my dreams may dry,
The word goodbye, it never wants to know;

When it comes down to things my love could give,
The world is pittance that for you I'll spend,
My life, your stipend as long as I live,
And all the fringes will to you extend;

. . . . But these seem modest with the gems you've brought,
. . . . In you is found all that the world has naught.

Author's Note

Read this sonnet to be amused and entertained.