Sonnet #1

Come along, my love, and we will go down

to the place where the river meets the stream.

We'll follow it north, leave prints in the ground

where the mud takes the shape of our bare feet.

Come along, my dear, and we will walk up

the sloping hill at the edge of this town.

We'll sit in the grass and fill up our cups

with sweet wine designed for an evening gown.

When the sun meets the earth, I'll draw you near

and beneath the colours teach you to dance-

you need not do well, for I do not care,

I'll love you regardless, given the chance.

Come along, my love, and we will head on

to the place where all our worries are gone.