O You like honey give me power,
And honeyed power does more good,
And like a fragrant virtuous flower,
With fragrant virtue You can flood
My foul spirit, poisoned heart,
And melt my hate, ill, lying vice
And let the right absorb the salt
And let Love's blinding star uprise
In me and blind all wrong inside,
And show my way to righteous Love,
And blinded too by this clear light
Leave all the ill, the vice, rip off
All left in me except great Love.
And let us whole come from thereof.
Sonnet 22
© Copyright: Михаил Фризен, 2022
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