Shakespearian Sheath Sonnet

What tell of shimmered floss on dew lit night
Thy lips portend of magic soothe and succor
Yet murmur soft of tender thoughts in flight
Of how thou plannest verily to f_____.
Betwixt magenta’d clouds and earth’s sweet breast
Sing sonnet’s blossom petal song of love
And puttest true her mettle to the test
Proclaim that thou forgot thine rightful glove
As gossamer her tresses fan in crescent
Astride such milky opalescent rose
Her fairest mouth speaks to thee words so prescient
Alas, mine prince, but ‘tis the way it goes
So parting lips must close in sweetest sorrow
Prepare, sweet prince, far better on the morrow