Love Sonnet 06

When love comes in trickles, we crave for more, the consummation.

How will I paint your smile, so mystical, 

I'm no Rembrandt or Michelangelo, 

Your voice, soothing and musical, 

I grope for notes, to strike the keys aglow; 

How can I save the imprints of your touch, 

Preserve endearing kiss-marks of your lips? 

Will taxidermy prove to help me much? 

Is it some worth when juice of life it sips? 

What if to have the fruit, I claim the tree? 

To drink the vintage wine, I buy the cask? 

What is much better than a lifelong spree, 

Instead of brief Heavens that lovers ask? 

.....Might if we make as one great whole our hearts, 

.....Would all these things get added up as parts?

Author's Note

It's okay, put this one under the knife. Much appreciate it, gratefully.