Sonnet 17 Poem by Octavian Cocos

The letters - twenty six - are rather few,
But words are many and around they swirl,
They're like the dew drops moon is shining through,
Which glitter in the night like beads of pearl.
And all these words long sentences can form
Or phrases even longer and refined,
Which sometimes seem to us like a wild storm,
But other times they are so nice and kind.
And boring lectures quickly start to flow
Or other more inspired and sublime,
Which in a while will be forgotten though
For they can't be remembered all the time.
The stream of words becomes a waterfall,
But lovers say „I love you" and that's all.