Sonnet 25

Sonnet 25

The mellifluous sun - the nicest day
Made the moon be the poet with my cloak
For the wandering clouds in my sweet way
Keeping the nice fairy in light green smoke

The love luminary not be broken
To dry life on my wind-beaten sad face
For be not more painful that I could speak
That has never cured my bitter disgrace:

Nor being a vile shame has torn my grief
Serendipity, yet time was the boss
Controlling a love that was weak relief
Be sad in the heart, on the black moon’s cross

Hey, the novaturient tears were diamond sheds!
And now, they are the lips with all ill deeds.