Sonnet 6

This is a note to keep light, else the beauty and simplicity is lost.

Importune me no further on this take; 

I see the woe wrought by our partition.
It undermines the beauty of the flake 

That's dainty fall is its icy fruition. 

To seek and say how time has come to seem, 

Is a conversation should not be had. 

The impossibility of this dream 

Shouldn't now be bare; I want the truth clad. 

Yet somehow with this grasp I can't withhold 

Words for you, of what I know is direct: 

'You are indelible to me,' now told, 

And I will never denounce the prospect. 

We shall savour when time's in our favour; 

Not more, else we'll endanger the flavour.