Elizabeathen Sonnet

A sonnet representing Courtly love.

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1. Courtly love.

Gushing in the wind as her hair blows, She awkwardly stumbles upon her heels, Looking a complete fool that she knows, Not one ounce gained, not touching her meals.

 

Not all sides are good to this one I love, The night sky is lighter than her hair, And then her face, paler than a dove's, My compliments returned with a glare.

The men stare as she walks by, A glove flutters from her hand, They all scramble, some getting punched in the eye, the winner of the fight, owning the land,

 

I was the one that caught the glove, Behind the shed we secretly make love

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