Anonymous Sonnet

At a concert last year, part of the performance was to pass notes back and forth anonymously between the cast and the audience by means of a court page. In keeping with my habit of not doing anything by half measure, I composed several original sonnets and calligraphed them ahead of time, passing them out during the show. I composed the following one with the intention of delivering it anonymously to some cute guy in the audience, but everyone that night was yucky, so it never got delivered. Now might be the time to give it away . . .

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Pray, what sort of divinity art thou
That I may make a fitting sacrifice?
Like Jove, would you prefer a fatted cow,
Or, like Apollo, find a poem nice?

Thy gorgeous limbs were made from Vulcan's fire,
Thy grace and dignity invoke Dian,
Thy coral lips are Neptune's own attire,
And Venus claims thee as the perfect man.

Both all and none of these describe thee best,
And so I choose to call you something new:
To worship thee, discarding all the rest,
And find a fitting offering to you.

Therefore, instead of sacrifices grand,
I offer you my heart in trembling hand.