Sonnet 38

Like the opened liquor no one uses none Foreshadowing a thing nothing be show Our not a diamond, not ruby, not stone But the dancing words in poetry slow We have understood love is the yeast’s grace For no one right to kill but assistance Take care of the poignant beautiful face God has wanted about your excellence When loving each other is Vernal sweet Not thinking to one day we’ll live or die Being truthful in the intercourse meet I will wait for your subtly dignity For vivid treat is in your good heart deeds Like lotus smell better than withered weeds.