My heart belonged to you ere I was born.
I knew it not—you were my thoughts at times
When suddenly todays seemed more forlorn,
And you, my future love, indwelled my rhymes.
And now all womanhood in me belongs,
And always will, to all the man in you.
You are the right to all my many wrongs
And take my restless longings, now subdued.
'Tis you, the keeper of my heart and hand,
Steward of my mind and soul besides.
Before me and beside me, love, now stand,
And I stand with you though all earth deride.
This love that waited, will wait, and waits now,
'Tis you my husband, keeper of my vow.
postscript
Written to warm up for [link] 's fortnight-long February Sonnet Challenge. Sign up! We're gonna write 14 sonnets in the first two weeks of February--all different kinds. This one is Shakespearean.