Sonnet 37

How like a spring waving to that I’ve been From you I am happy with all long year Life is not still the dry Autumn I’ve seen It’s green – the vivid painting everywhere Foreshadowing, younger with loving time Fragrance of your nice chest in rich increase I am not a famous billionaire prime Just be a poet, and then people tease Yet you are the great sweet treasure to me And the platinum song with subtle fruit For me peeling your pleasure wait to see To love, love, love in the gesture is mute Oh, a ruby stream gurgling and in cheer! That I like poignant music sea is near.