Sonnet That Loves - My Sweetest Rose

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