Laura

Furrowed face begotten of me,
Nominated; hurt and Blame's trustee.
Censured and swallowed by all absurd,
Lambasted, wasted hours deterred .
Time's relied to fix this din ,
But so was hoped by Anne Boleyn.
No such fate allies with you ,
My axis relaxes, though pains accrue.
Now's the truth dear; hear me out,
With fear I fight, with fear I shout,
Know this too, this doubt I'll smite,
Come here ye end; love's troglodyte
And though this day has ended meek,
Diurnal passings bring a week,
So let those seven multiply,
And pass and to that doubt defy,
Till seasons gone and leave their flora,
And let me stay, and love you Laura.