Sonnet 16

Sonnet 16

Shall I invite you to an Autumn’s day?
Serendipity and sweet temperate
Your moving shape, my darling, I can’t say
And this Autumn, it will be a long date

Suddenly, luminary of you shines
And my addiction in my strong eyes dimmed
And time leaving me like a swift declines
My love, I didn’t need to change course untrimmed!

But the Autumn shall not be the good way
Not mellifluous love for next reason
Nor will dream you want to live in the hay
When being the Vernal couldn’t happen

So long as our life like the moon can see
It’s so novaturient, love is a sweet bee.