SONNET 61

Sonnet.61-From the most unfairest and vilest earthlings,our fairest creatures art hewn a breeder to desire increase over which only time and time's metaphors could give,When to the seasons of this sweet time aroma,we thought,i trickle down hardihood to its rootstock,Of the damndest invincible plow wrought,And i deck and emboss my bespoke fortitude,with dreamland beauty's roses that oft with its stalwarts never die,Whose tender loom time's intergrity swashbuckles alongside its vector,But time contractile not to this golden morn fragrance lay with nuptial knot to my silvermoon tied,Making a purple birth where dearth lies,thyself thy woe,thyself thy foe,thyself thy own slave within thy enslavery gambit,to thy sweet roses benight'd and massacr'd,