Sonnet 105

Let not my love be call’d idolatry,

Nor my belovèd as an idol show,

Since all alike my songs and praises be

To one, of one, still such, and ever so.

Kind is my love today, tomorrow kind,

Still constant in a wondrous excellence;

Therefore my verse, to constancy confined,

One thing expressing, leaves out difference.

‘Fair, kind, and true’ is all my argument,

‘Fair, kind, and true’ varying to other words;

And in this change is my invention spent,

Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.

Fair, kind, and true have often lived alone,

Which three till now never kept seat in one.

Don’t say I put my love before God

Or say this is all romantic.

All is of and for my beloved.

The rest is purely semantic.

Kind and true and beautiful is my love,

Today, tomorrow, and always,

So my song is sewn above,

Like silk in the sun’s rays.

It all amounts to the same thing,

The same various truth.

God and love and spirit sing,

And the chord changes beneath.

Beauty, kindness, and truth know alone.

In poems for her, they live as one.