Oh, what cunning plan has my love’s brain hatched?
What devious plot occupies your mind?
Your kindness, my love, is but strangely matched
Feeding me my favourite food, so kind.
Is it a new dress that you want me to buy?
I am sure that it cannot be a new iron,
Your kindness is to my patience do try
To the shops we go for a dress to try on.
But you have only to say what you need,
My heart will agree with your desire.
You do not have to sow any deep seed
In my mind, fine food does me inspire.
However, I shall savour the moment
And dally before passing a comment.
Very delicate and beautiful the way you take care of your love. Surely your words means a world to her. Very beautiful.
heart touching sonnet, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why think of it as a cunning plan? It may be a simple plan. Nice sonnet again. Thank you.