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Derek's work has been registered at the U.S. Library of Congress, so it would be a terrible financial idea to plagiarize or use any of the material found on this website for your own purposes. Nevertheless, enjoy the writing!Sonnet 48,306
(2001)
Before I my extolling breath do give
To thee, let me pay homage to a friend:
Dear Fate, whom oft I cursed as he did live,
I now thee thank for making right this end.
And now to thou, for whom I pen these verses,
To thou, whose compliment can be not brief;
To thou, who with a fleeting glance, disperses
Within my case the slightest hint of grief;
To thou, who makes my dormant heart astir
With countless thoughts of unbelieving love,
To thou, that phantom ever-fabled ‘her’
Whose mere presence is godsend from above;
For though I must give due respect to Fate,
My thanks to thou, my angel, shan’t abate.
Before I my extolling breath do give
To thee, let me pay homage to a friend:
Dear Fate, whom oft I cursed as he did live,
I now thee thank for making right this end.
And now to thou, for whom I pen these verses,
To thou, whose compliment can be not brief;
To thou, who with a fleeting glance, disperses
Within my case the slightest hint of grief;
To thou, who makes my dormant heart astir
With countless thoughts of unbelieving love,
To thou, that phantom ever-fabled ‘her’
Whose mere presence is godsend from above;
For though I must give due respect to Fate,
My thanks to thou, my angel, shan’t abate.