Sonnet . . .

My lover’s eyes are further than the sea,
The sea more fierce, than eyes of his are fierce.
If touch is far, why then his words are key -
If words are grace, his grimy grace did pierce
I have seen precious pearls both black and white
But no such pearls reside within his eyes
And in some romance is there more delight
Than in one word my lover would devise
I’d love to hear him speak, yet well I know
That music might a far more pleasing sound:
I grant, I never saw gods walk, although
My lover, when he walks, looks childlike round
Still in my heart, I know this love is rare,
As pure as pearl of black without compare

(this is a rewrite of Sonnet CXXX by William Shakespeare)