Feeling a little silly this evening; whatcha all think of my sonnet?

Question:If Shakespeare Got Caught Cheating On His Girl, A Sonnet

I cannot sing a song for you today,
No music can I gift to you, I feel
As though I’ve failed and now in great dismay
Am humbl’d and can only stop and kneel,
Liken a sword from knight to royal queen
Do I present to you a single rose
And hope that in your heart you will then glean
Wherefore the yellow flower I had chose,
Whose pedals were the colour of the sun
And thorn as sharp as eyes of my desire,
Admit to God you are the only one
I love, though another stirr’d my fire.

So with this man will you agree to live
His passions, munificently forgive?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: If Shakespeare Got Caught Cheating On His Girl, A Sonnet

I cannot sing a song for you today,
No music can I gift to you, I feel
As though I’ve failed and now in great dismay
Am humbl’d and can only stop and kneel,
Liken a sword from knight to royal queen
Do I present to you a single rose
And hope that in your heart you will then glean
Wherefore the yellow flower I had chose,
Whose pedals were the colour of the sun
And thorn as sharp as eyes of my desire,
Admit to God you are the only one
I love, though another stirr’d my fire.

So with this man will you agree to live
His passions, munificently forgive?

I just read the poem and....I'm yours. And now, returning to reality, the critique. Starting at the finish we have the egregiously horrendous [Or is it horrendous egregiousness?] of "munificently forgive." Shakespeare would have never dared to an infinitive so cavalierly split. Moving up a few lines we encounter a biological miracle derived from combining the DNA of a yellow rose with the DNA of a Schwinn. [As you can see, I'm feeling a little silly myself.]
On a more serious note, the word "liken" is totally confusing. Is it merely "like" spelled wrong, or a word of comparison - in which case your grammar is flawed. [I once floored my grandma and there was hell to pay.]
Finally we have the argument of the sonnet. If, in fact, this is a tad autobiographical, I strongly recommend that when you offer these verses as an attempt to receive clemency from your own little sweet petunia, bring a shovel and wear hip-boots.

Happy Easter and a big Thank You for all the fun I had in trashing your poem. There's a lot of merit in "silly."

"munificently forgive" ??????

ah yes, sweet poet, my heart doth call to thee in sweet reparty. All is forgiven thou must continue the gift, beyond the adoration and beyond the ale. :O)))))

Munificently the mead does flow, cause the words twist to fit the rhyme. Tis silly to build then wax about another but with mead and perhaps some weed anything rhymes after awhile. Well done for its humor, well done until the end and well done its laugh created.