Bond of Love (Sonnet)

Make a new bond but keep it old, 

Those are silver, these are gold. 

Love is like the wind, 

Which is pure when you are blind. 

Its summer blossoms scent the air, 

And who will call the wind brier fair!

Your love always live in my heart, 

Till I from myself depart. 

You are away with me like my blood, 

I believe you more than my God. 

Let me know the bond of true minds, 

Which alters when it alternate finds. 

Old bonds may became weak when time changes, 

But the beautiful memories always live for ages.