If thou hadst become hot summer of darling May <br />Or, filled me with thy warmth I might have been thine <br />Although quite unfit to thy arms, I could equally lay <br />To thy lap, and I become fed on winking wine. <br />I'm dejected, now fallen to feet, may I grace win? <br />If little I have had, thou art my precious gem! <br />Much I query about the Sun, thy heart, to live thee within <br />Or, to emblem love by thy desirous flame. <br />Thou, pretty thou- - must be in my sorrowy silence, still <br />I shall never blame upon thee, nor unname thee. <br />If Sun is the brightest, sweetest will be thy cheek, until <br />I, the youngest son of rain thy lover be. <br />If thou hadst be'st one amongst flowers- enrich <br />The garden, least I could seek thee as humming bees.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet9-if-thou-hadst-become-hot-summer-of-darling-may/
