Lydia’s dilemna (el soneto de lydia)

Must I compare my lover to a rose?
that flow’r most lauded by the poet’s pen
will not survive if put to use again
in mawkish poetry or prolix prose.
It’s withstood time and trial, I suppose,
undying and immortalized; but when
in silence sit the pens and tongues of men,
in sweet relief its vivid blooms will close.
Can blossom thus compare to paramour
without insulting with banality?
I hold both man and rose in high respect.
But lips and skin of him whom I adore
reflect it such that in reality
no other name but “rose” would be correct.



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