Love Sonnet 06: How Will I Paint Your Smile, So Mystical,
How will I paint your smile, so mystical,
I'm no Rembrandt or Michelangelo,
Your voice, soothing and musical,
I grope for notes, to strike the keys aglow;
How can I save the imprints of your touch,
Preserve endearing kiss-marks of your lips?
Will taxidermy prove to help me much?
Is it some worth when juice of life it sips?
What if to have the fruit, I claim the tree?
To drink the vintage wine, I buy the cask?
What is much better than a lifelong spree,
Instead of brief Heavens that lovers ask?
.....Might if we make as one great whole our hearts,
.....Would all these things get added up as parts?