Sonnet - Of did I wounder

Of did I wounder why the sweets of love

Were counted pains, sharp wounds, and cruel smarts,

Till one blow sent from heavenly face proved darts

Enough to make those deemed sweets bitter prove.

One shaft did force my best strength to remove,

And armies brought of thoughts, which thought imparts,

One shaft so spent may conquer courts of hearts,

One shot but doubly sent my spirit did move.

Two sparkling eyes were gainers of my loss,

While love-begetting lips their gain did cross,

And challenged half of my heart-mastered prize,

It humbly did confess they won the field,

Yet equal was their force, so did it yield

Equally still to serve those lips, and eyes.