My Love Is Strong Nine 66 Poem by Anne Tardos

My love is strong but more work is needed.
It's hard to "translate" a Shakespeare sonnet like that.

You can publish my language, but who reads it.
When I sing, I follow my Philomel, the nightingale.

That hip nightingale who understands the tiger's camouflage totally.
Sometimes it's preferable to not sing, to not speak.

To not keep to Shakespeare's format or line count.

Great ideas grow on trees and delight the tongue.
Not to bore you with my, and Philomel's, song.