Last night someone asked me how are you old?
I tell my humble friend I am still quite young!
Crooked knife of time batters; makes me bold,
My heart, eyes and mind fresh like you tongue,
She asked what you do all day… tell me more,
I have read your sonnets my pretty life portrait
I read the sonnets when woes me bite and bore,
That is why for your new sonnet I patiently wait,
My friend sorrows open wise men the third eye,
Then it sees in pit what is still and what in motion,
You will see the real face of woman’s love is lie,
For cunning heart a trap for simple heart potion.
I end my call saying her goodbye in the dark eve,
I think pretty woman’s love pretty giant’s sieve