If thou hadst become hot summer of darling May
Or, filled me with thy warmth I might have been thine
Although quite unfit to thy arms, I could equally lay
To thy lap, and I become fed on winking wine.
I'm dejected, now fallen to feet, may I grace win?
If little I have had, thou art my precious gem!
Much I query about the Sun, thy heart, to live thee within
Or, to emblem love by thy desirous flame.
Thou, pretty thou- - must be in my sorrowy silence, still
I shall never blame upon thee, nor unname thee.
If Sun is the brightest, sweetest will be thy cheek, until
I, the youngest son of rain thy lover be.
If thou hadst be'st one amongst flowers- enrich
The garden, least I could seek thee as humming bees.
Pijush Biswas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet9-if-thou-hadst-become-hot-summer-of-darling-may/
