A sonnet .... author unknown

I have not ceased, even for an instant,
to have you constantly in my mind,
so that even forgetfulness has been forgotten by my heart.
Love is mine enemy, and that is sufficient.

You need not, therefore, O sky, take the trouble to oppress me,
for where there is an executioner, a butcher is not needed.
A city of hearts can be purchased with a single sidelong glance.
I beg of you to be slow in taking advantage of my city.

I have been asked where is your dwelling place,
and yet everybody knows that your dwelling place is in my heart.
But I have lost my heart and I know not where it is.

If you become my garden, I will become a rose,
and if you become a rose then I will become your lips.
If you become a goblet, then I will be your wine,
and if you become the wine,then I will be your gurgling sound.

I am a cripple sitting in the wilderness of my want for you.
My tears have made the silver ocean that surrounds me.