C! Fairest maiden, like morn silver dew,
Let my heart beats your heartbeat with a scar;
Let my lips sing your music for a few,
Under the twinkle of the evening star.
C! Fairest of them all, this i promise,
When in time youth and beauty have gone;
Peace and comfort in you i’d still believe,
A delicate burden i’d gladly borne.
C! Fairest creature of all creation,
Your smile gives me a thousand breaths of joy;
Add flames to my mirth, eyes that speak passion,
Quivers my love flickers like a new boy.
You are my love, brilliance of moonbeam,
The beauty and loveliness of poem.
2. A cry...
Two winters hath passeth since that day,
Still being a slave what to do but tend;
Time cometh and goeth but all decay,
Precious time i hath but for thee i spend;
But never sayeth i was false at heart,
To me thou art never ye can be old;
But rather I'd be easily depart,
Than lie about love in two winters cold;
3. For thee......................
Thou art my love from a far distant land,
A dream like that barely comes true in life;
But still, i will always say, Ti Amo..........
Thou art my love, a fragrance of orchid,
The sweet scent of little cactus flowers;
The incense of a tropical rain forest.
Sometimes, thinking of you across the dusk,
Among lost wits and faded dimly mask;
Found a momento of forbidden love.
Only for you, i will see forever,
The beauty of smile and wonder of song;
In you the truest pleasure of a kiss.
O if thy pride did not our joys controul,
What world of loving wonders should'st thou see;
For i saw thee true transform'd in me,
Then in thy bosom i would pour my soul;
My true love hath my heart and i not hers,
But condemn mine hearts for love but not hers.
4. The truth About You Is Beautiful!
If a day ever cometh in this life,
When ye no longer feel thou love for me;
When thy heart betrays me heart with old rime,
Let that day be seize by darkness and shame;
Let the day not joined the days of the Sun,
And not come unto the number of months;
And let it be solitary shaken,
Let no joyful songs come within all songs.
Let them curse it that curse the day and chide;
Who are ready to sing their mourning song,
Let the moon be at its darkest with pride;
Let the dawn be ceased to exist upon long.
For the truth about thee is beautiful;
No other love but thou art’s wonderful.
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