Sonnet 33

Sonnet 33

From now I’ve found you as sandwich to life
The bee playing on the flowery ground
And love yeast of vivid peace that you strife
As a garden full of the birds are found

The immense ocean not be a dried bone
You would be forever the good treasure
I would forget all the days in alone
Then I might see the moonful true pleasure

Your mellifluous shape with a new sight
And making me rise up a happy look
Loving your graceful eyes and lips’delight
Oh my honey, you were a nicer book!

Two green and subtly souls living day by day
Oh, bitter sadness! We threw the pain away.