If Last You Hear

A Shakespearean Sonnet: If Last you Hear

Why should I, so gladly, cling to you?

Is it not in the means of your constraint

That I, here, am tangl’d in your view

As only the assumption your wishes dare paint?

The doting girl, forever in yearning hope,

Forever finding comfort in first stars

Or coins in fountains, will now from such elope,

As no more can her heart bear’st opening scars.

You, in your words, will always find a string

In heart, or phrase of unplanned implication

That seem to me your presence closer bring,

But same to you, just contrast my elation.

I ask, if last you hear, to not let time grow old

Lacking such knowledge: that I was yours to hold.

Ashleigh Butcher