by Garcilaso de la Vega
Sonnet XXIII
As long as rose and lily
the color is shown in your gesture,
and that your ardent, honest look,
ignites the heart and restrains it;
and while the hair, which in the vein
of gold was chosen, with swift flight,
by the beautiful white neck, upright,
the wind moves, spreads and messes up:
take from your happy spring
the sweet fruit, before the angry weather
cover the beautiful summit with snow;
The icy wind will wither the rose.
The light age will change everything
for not making a move in his custom.
Last updated November 29, 2022