Thursday, January 18, 2018

When I fall on bed after toiling of all day



SONNET  484
When I fall on bed after toiling of all day
I put my panic head on your coral breast
You caress you hair black turning all grey
In your sweet dream my whole parts rest
When opened my eyes find wail and woe
But your images in my mind slowly float
In the recollection-sea consoling me true
But your falsity teases me as in eyes a mot
When I think of your full cute sullen eyes
I see a lover sitting on your smiling face
Looking at this site my poor heart cries
Then my balls start a new love to trace

In spite of deceit in love, in love I trust
Perfidy comes out when soul gains rust