Sonnet 33

From now I’ve found you as sandwich to life The bee playing on the flowery ground And love yeast of vivid peace that you strife As a garden full of the birds are found The immense ocean not be a dried bone You would be forever the good treasure I would forget all the days in alone Then I might see the moonful true pleasure Your mellifluous shape with a new sight And making me rise up a happy look Loving your graceful eyes and lips’delight Oh my honey, you were a nicer book! Two green, subtly souls living day by day Oh, bitter sadness! We threw pain away.