Sonnet VI

I am so much enamored with my muse,
I have not for to want anything more.
She brings me great inspiration in truth!
With her I feel as though my heart could soar.

At last I know the meaning of true love!
The sentence in her eyes has come to me
As yet conveying grace from God above:
A touch of virtue by Divinity.

If ever she were mine, 'twould be such glee,
As that of lovers joined in wedded bliss!
If ever I were her affinity
She’d requite my affections with a kiss.

With hope in this, I aim to spur acclaim
That men everywhere would speak of her fame.