Sonnet 68, I See The Summer Sweetness

I see the summer sweetness, in your eyes: Heavenly blue, green meadows, and dark soil; You are of the earth, and soul that never dies, None of your feelings, that touched me shall foil. And if I miss their colors, or their oil, I'll be troubled, until heaven them clarifies; I don't think your beauty, my eyes will spoil, Even when memories pass, and time flies. We have our love, in each our dream and scope, And whatever wealth and fate therein brings; Though let there be, in each our word some hope, So later on, this harmony then sings. Each effort's worth it, if we have tried with care, For we did this, for those we love so dear.