Sonnet 017

Sonnet 017

Laijon Liu 20160302

I never expect anyone would read my verse in future

Pen pal, soul mate are hard to find even in their time

Verse is but a marble tomb we chisel our life to carve

How satisfied am I to know we are on the same page

You write the beauty of his eye, I count his heartbeats

His grace in your numbers and pounding in my lines

World may one day call us poets all liars and trolls

But every drop of our ink is tears of heaven made

So on the day I finally fold my books, read no more

Be old, dry and tired to keep his kindled spirit warm

Then I’ll truly earn the rights to be rage and mad

Let it be babbling, grumbling, rhymed meters or not
Dive into your passions with my obsessions

I’ve lived so many times in your voice!