An ongoing collection of sonnets, written with the rhyme scheme of William Shakespeare and dedicated to J.A.C.


3. Sonet no. 3: Whereever We Go

I have seen you at your worst,
I have seen you at your best.
When you had him I was cursed,
I could not find love in east or west.


You held your heart at him,
And he spat in your hands.
His soul and mind was thin,
Not seeing the prettiest girl in the lands.


Both at your best and worst,
I'll be there to hold your heart.
Broken by him, but by me nursed,
Your soul is safe to express its art.


From east to west I'll walk,
As long as I have you with me, if only to talk.

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