This is a sonnet from a lover to his love.

He says there that his love is like the summer.

            She gives him light, new hope, new dreams, new ways.

            She gives him pleasure, like watching flowers while they bloom.

            She gives him comfort, as the cool wind rubs itself against his face.

But he knows, like the summer, her beauty will fade.

            That it will no longer be the way it was in their younger years.

He utters that the darling buds of May may be swayed by cool summer’s wind.

            But the beauty inside her lady, her beautiful heart, whatever evils they might come across, would remain stable, with no sign of being shuddered.

He says that like summer who comes always,

            Problems are inevitable.They will come.

            Anyway, success is counted sweetest to those who labour for it.

            But still, his affection will stay.

Till the end of time.

Till no man drinks and eats. His heart he shall keepsake with her lady.

He will love her lady forever and the day after it.[1]

Sonnet 18 | ena blanca Agustin|© 2010