All English Sonnets
Blood corpuscles live rioting in such bliss,
They push and pull and tear down and shone,
What silent, mad explosion then in this,
I ask and get the answer, this is love.
Come, burn your bricks of feelings in this fire,
My heart is like a kiln and infect,
Can build with these an unparallel empire,
Which time will honour leaving it intact.
Come, take your raw emotions in your hand,
Then bake them well on burning coals that glow,
Of love and in the waiting live you stand,
For patience does them good through slow through slow.
Then let them swim in blood stream to the heart,
And send them to the source from where they start