Sonnet 30

Sonnet 30

Two faded things were the swift love and fire
Happiness from you, not luminary
It’s you had ever been my great desire
But the time was the green moon of beauty

For when your mellifluous heels were gone
In love embassy of soul, was not see
And the silent rock, I was still alone
Being painful with a melancholy

Until withered rain, flowers be recured
Finally they couldn't relive from you
Not be novaturient shape to be assured
Oh, time was clutches of bitter fire, too!

A makeshift serendipity, not glad
The life and expectation were grown sad.