sonnet attempt # IV
IV
When he found himself 'most falling in love....
And that my mother's so disapproving;
And that my conscience also bothered me,
He found these obstacles t'o'erpass too much
And cast me cruel and bittersweetly off.
My pleas, vain wish, my earnest entreaties
To God that he not thus in this succeed,
But burn with remembrance, nor we be lost,
I could not but beg, nor trust Him thus to hear;
For 'twas contrary to His written Word.....
And yet for all my hopes and dreams, my tears
I oft anon shed and fear I'm UNheard......
For love I plead....holy matrimony.....
Thou dost e'er reject.....all is mockery.
31OCT10
Jenny Gordon