Comments about Luis Estable
Sonnet # 237
Baby, when this Christmas comes, my baby,
I nothing want that money could yes buy
But want from you of love some kisses, Lady,
And an embrace that`s in affection high.
And then your voice near to my near to say,
'This is all me for you to have and keep,
And I from you will never be away
Unless the day does come you see me cheap.'
And then what fortune I`ve! How wealthy I!