Sonnet 032
Laijon Liu 20160317
The best verse is a soul that cries and sings
That moment Death has no effect on mortal being
Your bones are now already dust by wind
But your body on page regains new spirits
What a man can give to this world, only his true self
What rhymesters can do with their elementary skill?
I’m always tuned for true love :D and we all do
Your poor rude lines better the bests of the times
O, vouchsafe me with your loving thoughts
Be my friend and Muse, for my old age too
Because your love has brought many births
Of the past, the now, and the future true poets!
Men die, and new comers will come
Their new style sings constant Love.
