SONNET XI
As fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest
In one of thine, from that which thou departest;
And that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowest
Thou mayst call thine when thou from youth convertest.
Herein lives wisdom, beauty and increase: 5
Without this, folly, age and cold decay:
If all were minded so, the times should cease
And threescore year would make the world away.
Let those whom Nature hath not made for store,
Harsh featureless and rude, barrenly perish: 10
Look, whom she best endow’d she gave the more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carved thee for her seal, and meant thereby
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
Our Love… by Oriza
A love poem by Oriza:
Our Love
Our love is raging sea,
Which suddenly calms down…
As autumn breeze,
Involves and fascinates us …
Our love is horseback riding
Sorrels in the amplitude,
Hummingbirds in flight,
Spreading excitement …
Storms of caress
Emerge from our love,
Hurricanes of incredible delights,
Waves of fertile flavor…
It is an intriguing mix
Power and tenderness,
Of multicolored aromas,
Of sweetness and madness …
Our love is naive
Childlike smile,
Chains that trap us
In bondage bonanza …
Each hug is a request,
The request, a promise,
Of whom longs to dedicate oneself,
Of whom feels for love hurries.
Anyway …
…. Our love is like …
A time traveler
Which lovely mix
The past and the future
In our eternal present.
© by Oriza Martins
