Sonnet, So Sweet (From, The Lost Sonnets)

So sweet is thy rose it gives greatest joy, To live close and near to your music and words; This comes from a garden - from the inwards, They inspire this muse - nothing can there destroy. Thy beauty is complex in single envoy, With lines like roses or poppies vineyards; Never to the mind have they lost to buzzards, They come from the truest feelings employ. Each hour then read more deeply in to this, And know each line - its delicate poison, true, Like lilacs or honeysuckle they are there; For the troubled eyes to see inside to bliss, And everything old they will renew, For unto touched heart in feelings they bear.