A hacks sonnet

To my love true, I tell no lie

Her beautiful smile, her

Powerful hips, her intelligent

Eye: a perfect unity, balanced

By an opposite: slander muck

Racking, the vulgar broad-

Cast what makes her

Imperfect: only their existence

And only for balance, for that

Be beauty, and that drawing

The comparison, that she be

Fashioned yet more resplendent.


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