"forevermore" a Shakespearean Sonnet

"Love, when do gardens evergreen," she said?
"When rivers overflow into streams, my dear.
With each passing day tearfully they bled,
pouring into wine carefully quite clear."

"What about the birds and the bees have they teared?"
"In clouds of rain they fly baths truffle cries,
fallen in mouths to thirst for what we hear.
Clinging on ropes from the core of our sighs."

"When does the ocean meet the sea, my true love?"
"When flowers tickle in thee, regale bloom.
When Jesus released his hand pure white dove,
flew from his fingertips tan fettered zoom."

"When will I have another dream in thee?"
"Whenever forevermore be, thou see."