Sonnet 08

Winter can’t tear my novaturient full heart But it’s all nice poetry, music night Crystal enamel and a diamond part Incubating a dream, wonderful light! That treasure was like a cute young lady Floating in poetry and sea of sighs Please give me more rose yeast, it was happy More cupid with the luminary eyes! Serendipity, she was wonderful I was a poor painter, the waving stage Dreaming of snowy white skin, it’s moonful With a hundred strong horses, the man age The wine cellar of love, it was precious Peeled off the scent, soft and mellifluous.