LOVE SONNET by R. Saint Claire Bright twinkle of stars and warmth of the sun, Flotillas of clouds in Heaven’s fresh air, Dark battles through which the brave hero becomes, To all things amazed my lover compares. The moon’s pale mystery, the change in the tides, And sands in the hourglass’ turns in a day, That cause shallow men from Love’s duty to hide, Shall never convince my bold lover to stray. Sweetest dwelling never leased, but owned, His key in the lock of my chamber remains. A palace or hovel--his love is my home. My heart’s true passion’s my lover’s domain. These things I swear ‘bout my love and I do: As Heaven above him, my lover is true.