Sonnet 19

let fame be exchange of the masses
and power be sought by ambitious few.
love recognizes only souls and asks us
to divert energies to its intent and view.

time and circumstance thieve fame away.
changing fortune's inconstant as wind.
all things but this to time fall prey-
in love does fortune eternal store find.

not pages for the unloving ear to digest-
your story is chapters written in despair-
neither fame nor power may gain conquest;
humble and simple, love finds access there.

your eyes' rhetoric conquests earth's might!
reflected in that glass is love's true Light!

poem by Doug Bentley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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