A Sonnet
that coy mistress, I am not
no convincing is needed, but we can pretend
pretend, love, that I am coy
with words, seduce me
ask me to come live with you and be your love
though gladly I will follow wherever you go
tell me I am a land you wish to conquer
though gladly I will surrender if ever you invade
and we have neither time, nor world
tell me love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds
and that I must remain an ever fixed mark
gladly I will stay
should your way ever stray
