Sonnet for Evelyn (sonnet1)
Unto this space and humble frame
I lay my heart that's kept aflamed...
by fate, by flesh and by blood all the same.
And though there's duplicity in a name
No one surpasses my EVELYN,
She pours her love so much like rain
Or flies a temper...just like a plane..
And so much so when thrown in pain.
Oh but sister sweetest you are to me,
like an orchid exuding the rarest beauty.
If hates and time beguile 'tis humble poetry...
And sisters' love becomes alien to humanity
Then on my life i swear to thee
Dearest and sweetest you are 'til eternity...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem