Sonnet 15

Sonnet 15

Oh, my darling, your full lips God painted!
But your nice love belongs to my passion
A lady’s sweet heart, but I acquainted
My true wife heaven’s novaturient fashion

Your loving eyes, nothing is in rolling
The luminary whereupon it gazed
I forgot the acts in my controlling
Which steals my spirit will, your souls amazed

That was you at the first sight created
My Great God, when I looking at my wife!
In serendipity, I fallen into of her defeated
By her attraction like the sweetest knife

And my better world was of love’s pleasure
Her mellifluous mouth using treasure.