Sonnet 39

Love’s not monochromatic wild color The coral lips that you vermillion red If we are lovsick, not subtly doctor Only I'm by you, it's the missing head Just my medicine sent to the heart pure white The sun will bloom on the wonderful cheeks And I need your poignant true words' delight I need a thoughtful wife, not mistress reeks The vivid nice days that we live and know Remind us with diamond music sound Oh platinum, I not want the treasures go Our children running, laughing on the ground And yet, so how you can think love is rare When we are the sea nothing to compare.