Sonnet 43, I Love You

I'll always love you like new spring that comes
And turns my soul to the fresh and the new,
Summer seedlings that soon be of autumns
Like in morning's the sweetest of fallen dew;
Your heart's of colors I can not find name
For all our feelings are thread on that string,
You are to me like the life's burning flame
That in eternity always will sing.
"I love you" echoes to clear the road on
Footsteps to pass and come to memory,
All is of feelings and what is now gone,
If ever we have thoughts clearly to see.
My heart's a whisper - you softly will hear,
When always you feel me close to your ear.