A sonnet

Not only should a few words say to thee

To measure a true feeling that how it can be 

Yet also to close thy deep passion hardly to see

Not only could a simple mind create poetry
To beautify a true life in a temperate way
But how a portrait softly thrills me in May?  

Shall I image thy strength with my tender heart?
And search another heart in thy dense forest?
Might Aladdin’s lamp lend me a ray of light?

Shall I be around by thy richest treasure?
Till a empty soul be filled by a warm river
And the two souls bind up with endless love ever

“All days are nights to see till I see thee

And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me’’

P.S. The last two lines are from Shakespeare which I love most