<prompt> Tunga soneti ya Shakespeare.  <response>: In fields of green with passion so profound,Where flowers bloom and skies of blue appear,There love doth grow, and rain upon the ground,With gentle kisses, whispring in the ear.Oh, how the heart doth frolic with delight,When loves sweet nectar doth the senses fill;In each caress, in evry tender sight,The world seems perfect, and all else stands still.But love is not just passions fiery flame,It is the comfort of a gentle touch;A bond that strengthens, that doth not lay blame,A feeling that forever means so much.In loves embrace, two hearts forever bound,In fields of green, where true love may be found. 