My sweetest rose of summer's morning neat, <br />With sky above so blue and far from sight; <br />Each of your line more perfect and compete, <br />Than anything that in this world is finite; <br />And all my love is likewise roses and buds, <br />Flowery shade that in autumn's complete; <br />Never to dry up like the earthy fluids, <br />Only be in hearts sometimes bittersweet. <br />Wonderful flame of joys in this faint life, <br />Silent struggle between each day and night; <br />Every such a longing we need and is rife, <br />What will bring us on the road again right; <br />Summer sweetness so fresh in the morns air, <br />That all is everything we won't despair.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-that-loves-my-sweetest-rose/
