All English Sonnets
Your door obtains its prestige from my head,
My head obtains its prestige from your door.
So, this way, easily deeps of life, we tread;
We take our turns to be the boat, the oar.
The legion of our woes does evermore,
Determined make us and we take a clue,
(From rocks enormous lying in paths a few)
Of destinations. reach it much earlier
Than lonely travelers, coming far behind.
And waves of life keep lashing. Pains galore
Are our lot, we each to each are kind,
We grow on mutual kindness at the core.
Our union does become a mastermind,
We meet life with steely strength, therefore.