Sonnet 39

Sonnet 39

Love’s not monochromatic wild color
The coral lips that you vermillion red
If we are lovsick, not subtly doctor
Only I'm by you, it's the missing head

Just my medicine sent to the heart pure white
The sun will bloom on the wonderful cheeks
And I need your poignant true words' delight
I need a thoughtful wife, not mistress reeks

The vivid nice days that we live and know
Remind us with diamond music sound
Oh platinum, I not want the treasures go
Our children running, laughing on the ground

And yet, so how you can think love is rare
When we are the sea nothing to compare.