Literature
Cyrano Sonnet
Cyrano Sonnet
Ah, sweet youth, thy innocence beguiles thus,
Beauty unmatched, however, wit dwells not.
Paint'd face, covering empty head, why fuss?
Therefore, any courting thou got, 'tis shallowly caught.
Your eyes are lovely, but nothing behind.
Your soul, but a paragraph, not in rhyme.
No deep heart to give, but their's is now 'twined.
Once the secret told, then gone is your time.
I say, you're astonished, the truth's now out!
Yes, I know, and you wonder how I do?
For it is writ in you eyes, no doubt.
For, alas, in the eyes doth the soul ring true!
Fortunately, you are beautiful and I am not,
Wher fals beauty is seen, true be