Comments about Luis Estable
Sonnet # 202
Her bring to me. The one my face won`t see
As argument to love and things this sort.
And I`ll declare at last the heart has glee.
The eyes love well and do the heart consort.
One bring to me; wherever she may be.
That one affection drinks and kindness eats
As goods to love and have as reality
And does not care at all which looks she meets.
Her bring to me if the one does exists.