Sonnet 031
Laijon Liu 20160316
What makes you “You”
When you cease to breathe?
The warmth of your blood long gone
But your heartbeats still echo
In you hold love and all loves’ loving parts
Where all your friends buried and their love lies
Through you I also see my love
And our holy religion’s creed
O, you are grave where love still lives
Hung the trophies of all past lovers gone
All their parts of you they’ve given me
And all parts of me that you’ll receive
Ah, their beauties I see in you
And your beauty perfects me
