Sonnet 12

Sonnet 12

Don’t think you were beautiful, I’m a slave!
When I was a young man, once I foolish
And now I’m old and middle-aged; not gave
About luminary is just rubbish

The mellifluous villainy, my dear!
I accepted like a precious flower
A fragrant egg, an honest pearl, it’s here
And the end is just a lie, oh lover!

I broke my love in serendipity
Poured into the bitter soul of world people
Bored of the lover walking seperatly
Oh, the shell of broken heart was simple!

Don’t mention to the poet love as such!
Your conscience  is not novaturient so much.