What verses are these,
Not worthy of thee...

Lost in words that
Would not let me be

In phantom misery
I chase this allegory
To chance upon your grace,
Oh, that I would trace
The now familiar,
Unfamiliarity
And stumble
Into that I mumble

For in your rhyme
No rhythm ever broken
Brand the mark,
In hidden cost
So much confusion
In this unholy fusion

What hast thou done?
Why push the quill,
In secret shadow?

I can not utter one more syllable
I can’t construct another phrase
But let me see ,the final draft
In your benevolent hand
Create a masterpiece, divine.....

There’s plenty more
Inside your core
Words flow like river,
Keep me whole

For no mask can hide
Nor lies, deny
Thou art,
The master of thine art

And in thee resides the words
Beating in thy heart
Love rages...
Thou art the soul of the ages!

(There are those who claim that the works attributed to William Shakespeare were actually written by Edward de Vere).