Sonnet 28

So, I as the poor, whose unlucky key
And wouldn’t open your sweet love treasure
Not needed pity every minute survey
Be novaturient bitter of swift pleasure

Therefore, love party with me was so rare
The luminary in the long life set
Like the crazy covered darkness dwelled are
The nice jewels not on the internet:

It’s you, be melliflous on your chest
I very liked but you wanted to hide
Nothing was for me, a coming good-blest
By the love flower and its graceful pride

By serendipity, good lips on slope
The lady for the rich, not my nice hope.

In Tien Giang province, 2023