Thy countenance upon mine eyes,

haveth thine divine being,

smileth upon me,

Thou hast the aura,

of mine sweet aroma,

Liveth henceforth,

here upon my humble abode,

Thy heart maketh mine rues,

forlorn and forsaken,

Here I liveth,

Here mine death creepeth,

Keepeth me alive,

Thy love,

And thy smile.

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Thou eyes are the lake of sorrows,

pray tell me,

what steals thy visage of smiles,

I fathom the abysmal wake of woes,

pray tell me,

what breaks the pool of whiles,

I looketh thy benign countenance,

I surmise the pain behind the mirror,

what eats you,

pray tell me,

of thy world full of tears..

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The robin sings the ballad of love,

The sweet breeze enthralls by jove,

The sky turns azure and adobe,

The rain pelters me and my robe,

The chirping of lark ,

The gust turns on by dark,

The crimson beckons me from far,

I will leave my heart ajar...