King of Hearts - Henry IV Part 1
2 - Shakespearean Sonnet
Sonnet 7
Together we sat through The Hollow Crown
Our arms so close they could have intertwined
Our feelings for each other tightly wound
The tenor of the play captured my mind
Identifying myself with it all
"Young" Hotspur's boiling honor-driven rage
Familiar Fallstaff's drunken Bacchanal
But most distinct how Prince Hal came of age
In truth, I recognized my minor sin
And though I knew the better part of valour
I moved to touch your alabaster skin
Detecting sacred longing in your pallor
And I the errant prince became remanned
By finally taking hold of your sweet hand.
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