Sonnet 13

Oh, serendipity too short a date! Shall I compare you to a nice fairy? There are rough winds’ buds of love at my gate Not more temperate, but being happy When your eyes are the heaven that shining And often is the nice snow complexion The wall is being fallen, it’s coming By chance, mellifluous dream in passion But my eternal Spring will be in you Nor lose the sweet yeast of novaturient love Will not be faded the waiting for, too When in eternal soul, time like a dove So long as you forever live by me Luminary loving me, as a bee.