Bona Fide
(A Shakespearean Sonnet)


by Dolores Esteban




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Those were the days of love and happiness
Of pleasure, joyous mirth and bright delight
The sun a light so fair, pure tenderness
The peaceful night a shelter, good and right

Thy love so dear, thy kiss a silken touch
Thy heart so meek; soft and sweetest treasure
My dear, thy precious words, they promised much
Promised love and zest and playful pleasure

My lady, in good faith, I kissed thy lips
In thy embrace I lay; in lulling peace
A bed of roses; away all reason slips
Alas, when morning breaks, you take your leave

Those were the days of foolish love and lust
Gone, alas. Ash to ash and dust to dust





© 2009 Dolores Esteban

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First published at GA Gay Authors - Gay Quality Fiction