When life is vibrant as the maple trees There's nothing can exceed such scenery, But there was portrait of deserted bliss? From pending sorrow though we disagree. To know the cipher of your maiden time (Hid from the senses of my childhood eyes) I must recall each moment of your prime— And there was love, though never seems suffice. I can’t imagine that it’s over now From someone whom regretfully in vain— Failed heart, a notion that you’ll stay somehow? High in my faith but autumn has to gain. Regret is always at the end--described By great resistance just to stay alive.
Sonnet- 47
Leaves falling like an icicle inside— The heavy colored season of my eve That drips down in this late October's tide, Where joy is in disguised? I cannot live-- Without those moments from your summer’s smile, When flowers still in bloom accordingly There was this love that held us for a while, Based on the sunlit; ‘twas our canopy. And yet the smile of yours brings forth a new— Beginning to those people whom you loved, Much more as I can breathe, my days are few— It’s when the leaves are scattered on the slab. Far gone the autumn sought its place in me, Not long ago its beauty was so free.
