Sonnet 27: Oh, What Cunning Plan Has My Love’s Brain Hatched

Oh, what cunning plan has my love’s brain hatched? What devious plot occupies your mind? Your kindness, my love, is but strangely matched Feeding me my favourite food, so kind. Is it a new dress that you want me to buy? I am sure that it cannot be a new iron, Your kindness is to my patience do try To the shops we go for a dress to try on. But you have only to say what you need, My heart will agree with your desire. You do not have to sow any deep seed In my mind, fine food does me inspire. However, I shall savour the moment And dally before passing a comment.