All English Sonnets
A wife is like a lioness in the cave
Who suckles snarling cubs while the lion
Is like a husband, who must daily brave
The fury of the world and then join
The lioness and the cubs, with the food
To assuage their hunger, with their eyes
They love the lion an’ this happy brood
Is satiated. These heavenly ties.
Are stuff, which does impart some little worth
To lives of human beings. Meaningless
Would otherwise be all this worldly strife
And with each passing moment, less and less.
Would mean to human beings. Than their life
What countless combinations must have tried.