Shakespearean Variation: Sonnet 109
O, never say that I was false of heart,
however much circumstance qualify;
my spirit from you never did depart,
nor was my constancy a kind of lie.
Through all the world, wherever my heart rang'd,
I held this sure: to come to you again.
My loyalty was never once exchang'd.
No treachery my heart will ever stain.
Your interests upon my heart have reign'd
with bond more intimate than any blood,
and if I have endured with word not stain'd,
it is because your good is all my good.
-- A knight, however flawed, may hear the call
and keep it close, as I kept you my all.
