С Шекспиром в унисон Sonnet 104

WITH THANKS TO SHAKESPEARE
Sonnet 104 by Shakespeare

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were, when first your eye I ey’d,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn’d
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn’d,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv’d;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceiv’d:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born, was beauty’s summer dead.

By Bruna
18.01.2020.
To me, dear friend, you never can be loved
Without knowing that your every step is full love.
And every meaning is your own depth of mind.
And every feeling is continuing in life.
All seasons come, when they are whole of sense,
But even though it can’t be fully true,
I know, my friend, you can be changed. Your chance
It's coming soon. Believe and only do
All that you can. Don’t stop, shouldn't hesitate.
Be courage, be yourself, be right!
Don’t worry, and don’t love tasted doubt.
Go on to inner world and find
Delicious argument of every breath in Love,
My darling, Heaven is here, you are up above.