Sonnet 127, Oh If You'D Sing

Oh if you'd sing another song from heart, Of charming tune with rosy words of beauty; I wouldn't stop nor ever from it depart, To love more tender and deeper, not duty. For a fire is made from those words and song, That extends each emotion so flames flickers; Any heart that feels the burn can't be wrong, What beauty of eyes and ears sets and triggers. Eros arrows go to the heart of love, And burns up your lips with hottest of kiss; Different passion must fit like a glove, So arrow in the air your breast won't miss. To brief it a bit, a love must arise From affection given, before it dies.