Sonnet 16

Shall I invite you to an Autumn’s day? Serendipity and sweet temperate Your moving shape, my darling, I can’t say And this Autumn, it will be a long date Suddenly, luminary of you shines And my addiction in my strong eyes dimmed And time leaving me like a swift declines My love, I didn’t need to change course untrimmed! But the Autumn shall not be the good way Not mellifluous love for next reason Nor will dream you want to live in the hay When being the Vernal couldn’t happen So long as our life like the moon can see It’s so novaturient, love is a sweet bee.