Thursday, January 18, 2018

O Rose makes me wiser your cute cunning eyes



SONNET  488
O Rose makes me wiser your cute cunning eyes
I survey the whole world in your innocent smiles
My poor heart rests on your sweet, sweet lies
Your heart deep like sea your tongue beguiles
I trust in your love O Lady! But I have a doubt
You worship another love a tomb in your ball
You build a love temple in your heart think about
I weep for your love sitting under a barren spine
O Lady, life is beautiful; do not waste it in cheat
Leaving the first love falling in other lover’s lap
Come to me my sweetie to enjoy bill and coo treat
Accept reality and put all vain wishes into scrape

I find love more than Manna and honey sweet
Come in my arms my hungry eyes you greet