Sonnet 12
My love, you are the fountain of my youth
In steps and stones and sacred shrines of truth
Sitting afloat the pureness of the air
You glow at night and with-in light you glare
A kiss from you is like an ancient tea
That heals thy all from head to heart and knee
Your beauty is the music nature plays
As rainbows rise and decorate your rays
Without your love methinks I might decay
And blue skies would exist forever grey
And nature would have no melodic tune
Thus winter would appear itself in June
If any a man was blessed, it would be me
If anything is pure, your love would be
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