Unquenchable thirst of love…

I'll take all agony and hurt.

Which can't be stronger, the unhidden
Fact that I am alive and craving.
This deadly risk I'm happily taking
For chance to see with you the Eden

I'll pay the painful price of falling
For twinkle of my freely soaring!

Sonnet 10

That moment sky swung very slow
Apart. The ground slipped away
Don't leave me, love, now please don't go
We used to share shining days!

Don't leave the distant dreams I saw
The songs and all the lines of mine
Don't you desert me, love, don't go:
The world with you is so divine!

And only when blood in my veins
Is cold, and when my soul's in flight,
Then you, my love, is free to leave
But only at my last goodbye

Though even at the edge of being
Love will remain my clear daydream.

Sonnet 86

Yes, you can act as you are willing,
All of your faults I will forgive,
But I will never let you leave,
Though of goodbye you're now thinking,

You'll turn with this our passion in close linking
By testing its impedance with no fright.
Like fierce wind blow in the depth of night
Will set the fire glowing and twinkling,

As thirst becomes extreme and so endless,
When for some hours we let it last,
Thus our affection will not pass,
For flame of mine is so quenchless

The heart just can't agree and can't surrender
To fate, when love's so vivid and so tender.

Sonnet 87

King in exile remains a king,
This is remembered by the crowd and court
But beggars, even with the golden ring
Deserve the fortune of the wailsome sort

The fortune's folly is a sound reason
But our life is constantly in change
Here reigns and rules His Majesty The Chance
Above all transient, perishable, fleeting.

All comes to end: the fame and honour
Will turn to nothing francs, pounds, doubloons
The currency quite solid is the only
The lovers' coins have a pretty tune,

It throws you down, then you're high above,
That golden coin with the name of Love!

Sonnet 67

I search for a pin in stake of hay
I search for love in disregard,
And under foam search for champagne
And nightingale beyond green buds,

The naked body under clothes
And essence hidden by the glare
A little hope among despair
And rhymes arranged in even rows

I search for violet in the graveyard
Find for my building ground so charred,
Encounters, brighter, then goodbyes
I crave for liberty and spell

I search for a pin in stake of hay
I search for love in disregard.

Sonnet 75

I long for passion to be shared
And still I suffer all this thirst
It's so insatiable. I dare
To reach love's temple, so inmost

Pray to your eyes, your silhouette
And deepest secret of the wame
I pray as restlessly as that