Sonnet 17 Poem by John Florio

Sonnet 17
© John

I've sent you a flower with the letter,
It's not a flower, but my heart;
Write me back in reply for it's better,
How does it look pretty smart?
In that letter, my pure love is hidden,
As much as pearls in the ocean;
Every word from my heart is written,
Thinking of you, my companion!

When you unclose the letter to read,
I wish my love deserved to you,
Let not break this pure white thread,
Before it's painted in lovely hue.
Hope this letter finds you dreaming,
Lied in waiting with eyes gleaming.