SONNET I

(September 20 1990, Boulder)

I think of you, my darling, by day and night
Love is so strange that it can't be described
Oh, without you my life is miserable. I would
Very much hope that this one year pass very fast
Every letter of yours brings unbounded delight
Happiest I am because I am truely loved
Under greatest pains I am as we are parted
I miss you so much, as knives piecing my heart
Joys fill my heart whenever I think of your love
Unknown, but I must have done goods in childhood
As wife, mistress, and lover, to you I love
Nothing can change my love, even oceans dried
กกกก Yet, only true lovers can understand ``Love''
กกกก Yes, the happiest is to love and be loved