[An Elizabethan reading on love]

Sanjaya Priyadarshana - Sri Lanka

The sweet moon is pregnant yonder

at this smooth drizzle powder

till this night to dawn, it casts a light

mingling dew to bathe them fight

Shakespeare said once

“Shall I compare thee to a summer?”

You are like a May morning

Mayflower flattered on dew raining

Do darling petals awaken

Arouse my slender heart got weaken

Thou art lovelier

Yes, it’s summer

Looking forward to spring

Ever eternal spring

Surely not too long dear

My heart says dear