SONNET IN FIDELITY
From all to my love will I attempt
Before, and so zealous, and always, and such
That even facing the biggest enchantouch
Should my thinking be more enchampt.
I want to live it in every moment vain
And in its praise shall I spread my chant
'N laugh me laughain' cry my crain
To your regret or your contant
And so, when you later look
Who knows? Death, livings' deathwill
Who knows? Solitude, lovings' end
I could say meself about love (mylove):
Not to be immortal, lest it's flame
Infinnite though 'till it lasts.