Sonnet 11

Mellifluous spring days, you were beauty Spending of all the love heritage year To now, many cold love leaves, it’s lengthy An bare tree that stands waiting for whom here? You have blamed me poor and worthless with start Surely, you had the right to refuse bees Nor I not a bee, but a loyal heart Send me the luminary moon that sees You had chased away an honest world love Instead, it was those were the happy days Not novaturient, the lies in full fire stove That bitter fruit weaving, but no one pays What serendipity in your cold life? You've ever seen true love of poet’s wife?