Sonnet - 51 Poem by Xavier Mandreza

How Life enjoyed such Smoothing Edge be Sweet
That Humble Mum her Cuttle's Bread with Cheese
As for each Bite one's Heart's own Tenders meet
Where Kiss and Kinder fly their Taste-Buds please
For Life its Own and Bestanding Reward
When each Day's Tape does Enseason the Night
How far then could their Rose-stained Buds accord
If furnish does Amber dawn into Light
Channel me then; Then with my Tribe ensue
Where Lime-Vessels burst the Lemon's Encore
Which Zing and Tang bless their Powders pursue
So Divine her Sweetness taste much as before.
Grace then empowered her Mary's Veil bless
Ever such Lovely sate my Tongue's repress.