Your seraphic smiles lifted me from the earth
and fired my heart lest should l be idle.
Neither you boil your hate in the hearth
nor in your face, that to hide, you sidle.
Rein your hate against me or it will rein you.
Of what I feel I must write or I'll go mad.
In wake or sleep thughts on you, me pursue.
Enhance yourself in my heart and be not sad.
I covet for my confinement in thy heart
and come out not by mercy or onbail.
Your dangerous looks at me, don't you dart
and let me not be lured by Corona's smile.
Either you come down from the peak of unreined spleen
or permit me to loosen my sense of humour keen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well scribed sonnet.....10+++