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