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. - 4/04/2026/
To me, my dear friend, you never can be loved
Without knowing that your every step's full of love,
And every meaning is your own depth of mind,
And every feeling is continuing in life.

All seasons are coming soon, when they are whole of sense,
But even though it can’t be fully false or true,
I know, my dear friend, you can be changed. You are a chance.
Love story comes as fact. Believe and only do,

That can’t help chancing you. Don’t stop, shouldn't hesitate.
Be courage, be yourself, be open-mind and right!
Don’t worry, and don’t love to taste a sin and a doubt.
Go on to inner world and you exactly find

Delicious argument for every breath in Love,
My darling, Heaven is here, and you are up above.