Unquenchable thirst of love…

I'm serving them gratuitously:
I don't expect awards and otherness
Though, race female is such an abyss!
I'm ready sink into it happily:

To plunge in love, as to the pool, and then
To reach the shining, highest peaks
And languish with the timeless thirst…
This is the real lot for men!

No other greater thing! I've be won:
The rank «enamored» the highest one!

The love itself's invited as a witness

Sonnet 213

As witness love itself I call,
And I devote all thoughts to her alone,
I feel it in my heart and bones,
I live in world only her all!

Afloat she'll keep me,
The time I sink into her arms,
The time I step on the abyss's edge for harms
When live in vain and ditch my soul too dreamy…

I'll blissfully exchange for moment's love,
Those vain desires a ridiculous crowd
And to her knees ardently bowed,
And kissing her, and foot above…

As witness love itself I call,
I live in world only her all!

Sonnet 214

To go out dry of water:
It is not possible to play:
You have to pay for all this anyway
But you can't count the moves in advance like author.

What's at the door? – Touch it, come in!
There someone's waiting, waiting, will not wait!
There happiness like bird is beating in the grate!
Just go away, away… – that voice's whispering.

Should you have something or shouldn't worry?
For possession itas loss, which you can see…
So are you ready pay such fee?! —
To mad and dare you're to hurry!

Let for love reward the pain of separation:
For moment's love, I'll take all tribulations!

Sonnet 226

Neither sparkle's jewels' glows:
Emerald, brilliant and sapphire;
Nor masters' diligent labor in fire,
Weaving miracle clothes;

Or neither oil of all sorts' rubbing,
Which gives the tenderness to skin;
No couturier's famous work must be,
Nor hairdressers' tryings;

Nor bathing in the pink bathtub
Among the petals carnations' and roses'
And neither spirits any narcosis,
Nor brow's being arched and dub —

Do not multiply so fascinating
Like look that's Love's pacification!

Sonnet 228

Everything that a child asks for, being shoveling,
For what the coquette gives feigning game,
And anything to have for someone is not shame
That's suddenly and rashly costs propelling,

What's just a whim for man's being rich,
And any vain and absurd whim,
And any shameful sinful seem
(For what it's must to spend for doctor's speech),

Any desires, furious agility, it means,
And career, deal, success and treason —
Everything on earth has its price and reason:
For money you can buy all things…

But nightingales don't sing for money:
And you can't buy true love's the moment honey!

Sonnet 230

The passion's madness can obscure mind,
And him, be joking, taking on the muzzle-sight: