Sonnet+B+-+By+Mr.+D.

Sonnet B

In Kyoto gardens green moss grows on stone And startled larks ascend to safety high For you and I walk down the path alone Under overhanging ginkgo and sky;

My sweet, sweet love, each day is like honey: The bees buzz softly when sharing rich nectar; Though love takes more than property, money, I’ll be your provider, your protector.

The trouble is laws and rules and facts: We’re in two different, disparate countries; We have different families, pay different tax, Still I but laugh at life’s absurdities;

You’re my queen, my bee in the bonnet, But till this March I’ve only this sonnet.