My Precious Villaintine

Thank you to my Dahling Ash and the esteemed Lady in Red, Monica for hosting this challenge.  

My Villaintine is none other than Meryn Trant.

I think Ser Meryn deserves a sonnet in honor of this challenge so here we go....

How do I love (to hate) thee? Let me count the ways.

I love (to hate) thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

From the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love (to hate) thee to the level of every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle light

I love (to hate thee) freely, as men strive for right

I love (to hate) the purely, as they turn from praise.

I love (to hate) thee with the ion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love (to hate) thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, I love (to hate) thee with the breadth,

Smiles, tears, all of my life:

and if God choose

I shall but love (to hate) thee better after death

Apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning ....

#BeMyVillaintine