Sonnet 04 Poem by John Florio

O dear, do not tell me not to cry,
Tears trickle down, don't know why!
In the world, who can ever smile,
When happiness stays just for a while.
For it is crying that lessens my pain,
That you're with me my tears explain.
In lonely silences, I feel you beside,
As in my ripped heart, you ever reside.

I chose the road strewn with thorns,
Not to be treated by mocks and scorns.
To let you walk on the flowery roads,
I diverted myself, and left the crowds.
Without you, I can't be alive for years,
Thus, let me cry and make much tears.