A Sonnet for Peregrin

I'm Coming Too

Based on Shakespeare’s Sonnet CLI

You seem too young to know what conscience is:
Yet who knows not, conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle halfling, never be urged amiss,
Lest guilty of others faults thy sweet self prove.
For thou staying near, I will suggest
Thou be a part of this body’s quest, that you may
Triumph in love; Loyalty stays no reason;
And, rising at they name, doth point out thee
As the triumphant prize.  Glad to be chosen,
You are contented, though poor traveling it be,
To stand in these affairs, or fall by their side.
No want of conscience hold it that I choose
Your love for him by whose strength we rise or fall.

- Primula