How I take from you’re my love, my youth,

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How I take from you’re my love, my youth,
Both flew to part but now present presents, a new,
Day for new works, but always your pretty ruth,
Sitting on your black brow, and a silky casket sew,
But promises done with you torture my poor soul,
Your day beauty deceives, night beauties expose,
Yea! What has been all day your pretty body role,
You win love I lose it what it O Lady shows
Your beauty salt converts love into love salt,
A few know it mystery, how love changes into hate,
Women’s passions just see beauty but not the fault,
Their passions make glass brighter small and great,

Your face beauty in moonlit makes grief longer,
Your full view of beauty makes my kiss stronger

Tired of day’s work, falling on my cozy bed,

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Tired of day’s work, falling on my cozy bed,
My limbs want rest but strong soul not tired,
Sleeping on the bed starts a journey in my head,
Mind flight moves when my tied body expired,
Then my eyes search for you, what are you doing?
In gloom on the beech leaving dark night on you
Shrinking your face figures and cheeks are wooing,
Now ask your heart O Lady you to me false or true,
My soul eyes shine in darkness, or in a dark view,
Watching everything clearly with my soul flight,
That converts my old grief into all grief, all new,
Teases me more in darkness breast opening sight,

By day I think you, O Lady by night I weep
In your grief I lay on the bed, my eyes sleep

The queen of my false love I get from you this,

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The queen of my false love I get from you this,
When I and you in one couch lied under shade,
Soft breasts in moon light, Tea! Tasty to kiss,
Whole night in cozy bed, you lying like a maid,
People pampering you in dream, when you sleep,
On awaking going there to enjoy in the leafy vale,
Stopping your conscious but your thoughts cheap
And your coming plight, your wary wit does fail,
The stars on your head moving making bad aspects,
Showing danger for your virginity through its rays,
Human eyes see it not, but spiritual eyes do reflect,
The secret in coded shapes when holy eyes do gaze,

Yea! I cannot boast of your love, your love is deceit,
World experience shows it and results are concrete.

Chary eyes hide all but reveals the mirror face,

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Chary eyes hide all but reveals the mirror face,
Your arrival to me hiding a shining skin game,
Your floating eyes express when you embraced,
You hide crimes in beauty O Rose shame, shame
What star on your birth changes you in pros?
Great fortune you enjoy, night flower beauty,
Your beauty live with a snake in the grass,
To expose your greed in words my pen duty,
Be victorious eyes, but alas! For which you
Perform pernicious acts injures the soul hearth,
Lovers trace your beauty not your love true,
Converting life into life a heavenly wealth,

I am happy with my love, but your love is deceit,
Your painted beauty for my heart a pure cheat

Nicely painted beauty cunning than a nicer face,

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Nicely painted beauty cunning than a nicer face,
Lie plant growing in heart, will and wishes impart,
Cunning traps for the lovers’ eyes adds more grace,
In your beauty, more ugly see in your glass of heart,
When you your painted beauty O Lady others deceive,
Drenches on your face reveal past on your glassy skin,
Common eyes cannot see it but my eyes perceive,
Micro and macro reflecting doings in my poetry sin,
I see all through the window of my wary soul,
The motion of wishes revealing in greedy lake,
Law sanction not to harry the flying larks in dale,
Your pretty tricks cunning for the lovers’ hemisphere,

You cannot hide O Lady your see through cute face,
Expresses every printed trick your in dark embrace

My wit, enthralled by beauty, but not my Muse,

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My wit, enthralled by beauty, but not my Muse,
Her painted beauty deceives my nature gifted wit,
Her meaning full goading, two folds, words infuse,
Nothing exposes smile, cunning on her brows sit
How can I write her cunning and pretty lies?
Promise breaker since her birth, her birth defect,
Carrying thirty years on the head not make not wise,
But from her sweet tongue all sweet promise reflect,
Your false promise o Rose let me fairly write,
But you believe in not me, you think me unfair,
And love proves faithless that wastes my might,
But I always shun from your cunning, if I care,

Let me permit to debunk your sweet lying tongue,
In rimes for the future lovers who are still young

With tender hands nature paints woman’s face,

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With tender hands nature paints woman’s face,
And put in her tender heart hot erotic passions,
That controls her supper wit that does deface,
But hides her faults, pretty woman’s fashions,
Your eyes more cunning and less faithful to me,
And sucks my soul of words in the rusty lone,
When I think on my past controls my destiny,
But your jealous will in rime I have shown,
Nane makes mistake cunning put in her will,
Jealousy controls her mind, talkative her tongue,
Even in the best time in olden days is still,
Never follows her will, even death bell, rung,

Women tears: men’s traps, smile lovers’ pleasure,
Changing lover daily loses her beauty treasure.

Hidden stops and clutches, your beauty paws,

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Hidden stops and clutches, your beauty paws,
Sucking back blood watering the dying eyes,
More naughty and grave your deceiving claws,
Feeble cannot face kiss heat and never survives,
The Phoenix leaves his beauty print in old age,
And for the lover’s snare your wrinkled face,
Wonder looking at her beauty age fellow sage,
With time circle her straggling lessens her grace,
Tears: not with jealous smile looking in the air,
Sometime peeps through your mind silly lips,
Coloring them with red hue looks more fair
That enhances your grace and the beauty tips,

Add face beauty to beauty but will one day die,
But you betray me, on your false promise, I fie!

If I compare you with at frisking sparrow,

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If I compare you with at frisking sparrow,
You are lighter and more and more agile,
Your flexible limbs bend like the hunter arrow,
But you me everyday O Lady does beguile,
Sometime your cruel eyes more to me kind,
But saucy cheeks reflect your tender heart,
But why you hide your cruel nature behind?
It is your gentle nature thoughtful eyes pin part,
But your internal beauty will never, never fade,
Yea! Nor you will lose your kind beauty gift,
Nor will touch any evil eye your beauty shade,
Nor you will get in life, O Lady any type of rift,

You will enjoy fame as well as the world does exist,
An never changes your beauty fumes in earthly mist

Yea! None can believe in love that is matter base,

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Yea! None can believe in love that is matter base,
Man: a mixture of soul and mass since his creation,
Without it men cannot add in it on earth more grace
Men in the world are for trial and for probation,
If I write in my verse the beauty of the universe,
So I make injustice on earth with my pretty being,
The coming generation late or soon will me curse?
Yea! I know my life spindle is speedily fleeing,
So I write for the youngest and their life mission,
As a guiding light that shows them a future goal,
While reading will affect my words’ transmission,
In all directions equally from North to South Pole,

You will live in my poor heart and in my rime,
Double graves you will enjoy in future time

Ringing death, O Man seek any mightier way

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Ringing death, O Man seek any mightier way
Make him a stone or steel but the death claws
Will catch you anon and soul will take away,
From earth to heaven to purify your flaws,
Finding there new lives and the lives decay,
Live there forever among the Huri with ease,
Joys dwell there joys, no grief and no joy pay,
Eden: the lost abode your glee will increase,
No hate and love concept, no pain no gain,
Wining and dining all day and no day end,
All real there and nothing will be feign,
God’s blessings in heaven change your trends,

The mistress’s kiss: a pretty sin leads men to hell,
As none can listen to the caught deer’s soul’s yell.

Sometimes I wonder how in your love I fell,

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Sometimes I wonder how in your love I fell,
Sometimes you wonder how you do me trace,
Our unseen love is pious; we see all is well,
My immortal pen enhancing your mortal grace
Seen loves all make, unseen on earth are rare,
You think our love is old or for a few days,
I think finding you my Rose love is not new,
It is my lost love when in your eyes I gaze,
Unseen love is nothing but our mutual trust,
Not of tongue, but of soul and you afraid of sex,
But loving your own being, your revengeful lust,
Waste your precious life fears put on you hex

My Swan let us promise to live with each other,
Better you be my Ladylove, not my kids’ mother,

Seven heavens movements stop on your birth day time,

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Seven heavens movements stop on your birth day time,
The fairies of heavens smile their fellow beings on earth,
To spread beauty rays on earth and your being a chime,
Among belles, the Universe beauty queen has taken birth.
Heavens’ beams, when God stares at His final master art,
Cupid weeps on her being and begs for your pretty grace,
Birds and flowers beauty your shadow caring for heart
Heavens and earths smile looking at your stalking pace,
Minutes, day week and month all fall in Years Ocean,
Those you carrying on your shoulders falling in chops,
Years heap years on head beauty marring potion,
Leave your copy on earth, otherwise in vain the hopes.

Birth day gift more precious, but this my immortal gift,
Makes your being pretty, your brainy thoughts swift

Come back; come back, O my cute white Swan,

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Come back; come back, O my cute white Swan,
From the vale of sleep lest slumber blowing airs,
Should you astray from your nest, tomorrow dawn;
Appeared on the other shore of sleep without cares,
I see in vision you flying beyond my cool shadows
Of cares and shares slumber fine weather astray you
Seas and sands areas same but the upside-down pose
Turns positive into negative, yea! I say more true,
I wonder when I woke up, my Swan come back soon
In my poor heart hangout, the next resting place,
For future pleasures where forever we will croon,
Love breeds love and good intention love grace.

My Swan, fly over me to shadow my woeful being
Your sleep shadows end like the spindle is fleeing

My Swan has gone to sleep on her soft bed,

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My Swan has gone to sleep on her soft bed,
I alone sitting in window heavy rain falling;
I see her face in vision and I myself to said,
She slept like the dead why you her calling
Then an echo comes out of my poor heart
Who listens to the voice in sleep noise?
My Swan has slept turning turtle love cart,
But happy, forever happy my pretty choice,
If you were me you see my sweet Swan,
How the lover spends night with weeping eyes;
Counts the night stars waiting for the dawn.
And all night the birds listen to my hear cries.

O my Cupid, awake, see what does silence expose?
Darkness: love soul, you leaving me O happy rose

Your ruthful smile sharpens my duller wit,

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Your ruthful smile sharpens my duller wit,
Your coral breast adds charm to my line,
May God my glee write in your vacant writ?
And your face is my loneliness concubine.
No love in your luck but I do offer you,
My faithful intimacy to add charm in life,
You find more loves but none like me true,
I do love you as someone to anther’s wife.
You live more away from me but I think,
In my weak body rests your restless soul,
Therefore all night sleep I not at a wink,
Now to get your love in verse is my goal

O fair let us make on beach bill and coo,
Yea soul talks to soul if our love is true.

Your ruthful smile sharpens my duller wit,

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Your ruthful smile sharpens my duller wit,
Your coral breast adds charm to my line,
May God my glee write in your vacant writ?
And your face is my loneliness concubine.
No love in the luckless luck but I offer you,
My faithful intimacy to add charm in life,
You find more loves but none like me true,
I love you as someone to other's cute wife.
You live more away from me but I think,
In my weak body rests your restless soul,
Therefore all night sleep I not at a wink,
Now to get your love in verse is my goal

O fair let us make on beach bill and coo,
Yea soul talks to soul if our love is true.

You're wasting life love in idle pursuits,

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You're wasting life love in idle pursuits,
Luck and money are written in heaven,
We make aimless efforts the angle hoots,
On egg stealing the sparrow by the raven
In written lucks no change in earthly law,
The prayers remove self-made treason,
We go to fall due to our character’s flaw,
We ignore it the angel knows its reason.
Love is not written O Lady in your writ
Don’t mourn over it is the gift of genes,
If your try to change it will fail your wit,
As are afraid of night all newly teens,

What you think nothing follow luck scheme,
I see the written book of luck when I deem.

I confess that I love you not O dear,

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I confess that I love you not O dear,
Why I cannot face your face full of woe,
This grace in solitude my heart does tear,
So my soft anger proves to be my love foe.
But I think you leave fresh memory behind,
To mourn over my lost love but new in vain,
Now you leave the world and I am kind,
To your false love O Rose my love is slain.
O Lady in the dead silence of spring night,
Breaks my heart into pieces your pretty voice,
And my past happy days memories me bite,
In such condition my poor soul can rejoice?

After you I will love to mourn over my fate,
I could not change into love your pretty hate.

Today I miss you today's weather is fine,

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Today I miss you today's weather is fine,
Cool breeze blowing touching my cheeks,
Your dim memory on my mind does shine,
That is why your face today my soul seeks.
You leave me forever like a dust storm,
I feel your presence in my heart and soul,
Your love teaches me in love to roam,
Now you live in my sad and sunken hole.
Every comely sight reminds of your face,
That makes the sad heart like a foster child,
Or like the racer who has lost the race,
Or like the little babe whose mother is wild.

Every morning O My Rose I hope to meet,
Your waiting is more bitter and less sweet.

Learn, what? Time circle and nothing else,

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Learn, what? Time circle and nothing else,
Create faith the real route of time and space,
Educate reason the mother of faith He tells,
Upper world just shows reality in you trace.
Ignorant kill mother and keep live her child,
They use the child according to their will,
Mother the faith and killing ways more mild,
First the priests did it and can be seen still.
I've faith in reason and study space and time,
That makes my life records daily up date,
Writes on a disk separating vice and crime,
Love deceives the angels I now propagate.

I find peace in love when I ruminate,
The study of microcosm lessens my hate.

As in a ripped seed lays trunk and fruits,

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As in a ripped seed lays trunk and fruits,
So everything fixed nothing is on its will,
So natural laws constitute all our routes,
And forward to destination the faults to fill.
The foolish think joys wise active reason,
The wise thinking power shows right ways,
Think who put autumn into spring reason,
The wise will not see the unseen planet rays
A man's character lies in the parents’ gene,
A tiny gene carries all macro cosmic traits,
That appears in microcosm none has it seen,
And consider low the highest wit propagates.

The parents’ genes’ world is out of control,
In settling all worldly affairs no wisdom role

Man is like a pretty puppet’s shadow,

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Man is like a pretty puppet’s shadow,
The shadow's shadow the real is hidden,
As spring beauties before spring in meadow,
As sin-charms lie in life that were forbidden
The couple broke the first day vow made sin,
They were the first sin makers in Paradise,
No mistake but was feed Eve’s heart to win,
So the sin circle of Eve the world beautifies.
Death is the messenger of our all actions,
Nothing but keeps our records up to date,
Without it the sinful cannot get perfections,
So the binder death we must not it hate

Woman, wealth and sex weaken man’s creed,
A weak faith the cause of death and life greed

I have spent twenty most precious years,

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I have spent twenty most precious years,
To trace a true love to console a sad heart,
I fail in the mission but eyes full of tears,
That taught me to love self I to you impart.
Love is nothing the lover’s eye reflection,
You worship your shadow and you call
It your love and deceive you its attraction,
And leads you by and by to the utter fall
My love my being‘s crystal looking glass,
When I see her how charming is my being,
Therefore I love her in loving to surpass,
Do something my youth is rapidly fleeing.

Always love and tears walk always together,
As man with the shadow in the sunny weather

What I've done wrong to you, you turn,

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What I've done wrong to you, you turn,
Your pretty face from my innocent eyes,
I am thoughtful to you my Rose I learn,
To write from your cunning I surprise
Your beauty does teach me how to write,
Good and meaningful words for my rimes,
My musical words attract inhuman sight,
How forceful my thoughts prove pen crimes.
My potent captured spirit taught me to write,
One invents my word the other sharpens wit,
The third knits the sentences for me all night,
The fourth makes me write when I feel fit.

At every step wise man improves reason,
But I my life skill and put into word prison.

What a life the oldest churchyard dome,

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What a life the oldest churchyard dome,
All dying willful will echoes echo in it ever,
Like the poor ghosts that live in the tomb,
Life is sweeter but luck pleasures devour,
Life is a tussle between the good and bad,
No life in woman’s love do love it more,
The more you love the more you are glad,
As fish in the water of the pebbled shore
Life is a thought the thought never dies,
The stars that give us light rule our soul,
By an unseen thread the thread glorifies,
Our pretty life thread constitutes our goal.

Life is the name of thought they are stored,
In the microcosmic world with it I am bored

Come and teach my love to love O muse,

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Come and teach my love to love O muse,
Every time I see in your pretty eyes ruth,
When I ask for love you always refuse,
Know not a witch sits behind your youth.
As the canker mars the beauty of rose,
That is born with it hidden in the petals,
Eat beauty by and by hard to diagnose,
As in the history the real cause of battles.
Anger is the canker that lives in the eyes,
And licks the thinking power like termite,
Eats words and makes it hollow no cries,
Just like anger weakens your beauty sight.

Take my love Rose give me your anger,
I hang it on the earthly wisdom hanger

As a green hunter on a pebbled shore,

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As a green hunter on a pebbled shore,
Sits all day putting rod in the blue water,
Watches the rod moment’s feeling bore,
At last his long waiting all wills slaughter.
I’m green in love sweetie I trust in you,
Waiting makes me half dead your wait,
Adds to my life one more bitter woe,
Devours all glees and lengthens hate.
I love myself and see in your eyes,
My lovely face reflects the whole truth,
On my birth spirits award me prize,
My heart full of love and free of ruth

So you think I am the lover of your eyes,
No, your eyes my likes I you immortalize.

Sweet rose avoid using the “word” hate,

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Sweet rose avoid using the “word” hate,
Its blazing heat burns your natural grace,
And you do lose your present state,
Does make out quickly your pretty case
First you use it for my willful emotions,
After this you how many times in a day,
This vile word for injuring all my notions,
But for those who for your beauties pay
Love and hate can’t walk side by side,
As the bull and bear can’t run a race,
you love or hate choose one to guide,
My love to right way or send to base

I see love reflections in the raging eyes,
Touching the mind my naval force cries.

O blind love be off from my sweet eyes,

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O blind love be off from my sweet eyes,
You make me blind I am tired of you,
To walk with a stick morning to sunrise,
To feed you like a babe such a life poo.
I sacrifice years to make you young,
Now I am old you have left me alone
In love desert how sweet is your tongue,
Deceives my soul now my tears moan
What I see is stored in my brain box,
That makes me young in sullen days,
Life depends on will so the will mocks
At old men like me to be young craze.

Don’t love but once to collect memories,
For the rusty days to enlighten the worries

I bury sweet days in your cunning eyes,

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I bury sweet days in your cunning eyes,
Like dead in graves yea for time being,
Before this my poor soul to Almighty flies,
The wrinkled face tells my age is fleeing.
Slowly and slowly pass all bitter days,
Happy days pass quickly like a cannon shot,
How short is life on earth when I gaze,
Sweet less and bitter more in my poor lot
When the sorrows encircle I dig the grave,
To get back my happy days from your eyes,
To gladden my poor heart then I crave,
To die in your soft arms my death spies.

How can I think of building a lodge on earth?
The thief death spies me since my poor birth.

When you smile, smile my emotions,

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When you smile, smile my emotions,
When the Mooney eyes sleep at night,
When it creeps into soul with devotions,
It captures your sweet dreams to delight
My love stays in your sleeping eyes,
And my mortal body turns into dust,
My being scatters when I do analyze,
Body and soul linker sensibility is must.
Where your soul beauteous body leaves,
Entering into the body my poor soul flies,
And never comes back until it grieves,
My precious soul and I till the sunrise.

Thus your love is a thief steals my heart,
Your cunning eyes know this secret art.

When I in loneliness O Fair ruminate,

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When I in loneliness O Fair ruminate,
What is life the slave of moving years?
But I come to know this fact very late,
Now thinking on it my eyes full of tears
When after a long time I see in the glass,
Printed years lines on my wrinkled face,
And I feel my pretty youth’s youth loss,
Cruel time affects my beauteous grace.
My pregnant thoughts time can’t decay,
Thoughts belong to soul it never dies,
Nor time nor place nor night nor day,
Kills a good soul to others beautifies.

So I put my sweet soul in my pretty rime,
It can’t be perished by the cunning time.

Ah! I have seen all curses of poverty,

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Ah! I have seen all curses of poverty,
The rich of the country put on the man,
Rejecting God’s laws they talk on charity,
Standing proudly before the foolish fan
When witless gets money call it mind skill,
The poor are advised to say all prayers,
Saying this shows no needy helping will,
Poor's sigh cleaves both the hemispheres.
When the rich lose the wit is not snatched,
Now ask him where their wisdom art flies,
Having doubts on wisdom loss is hatched,
How it is done, cannot be seen by our eyes.

Don’t hate the poor their sighs mar face
Hate awakes sleeping sighs bring disgrace

I am proud of your pretty cruelties,

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I am proud of your pretty cruelties,
You cleave my heart as linen in twain,
On high cast is measured in big cities,
The raiment of ducks the poor refrain
The heart you break hopes join again,
We sustain on it love is a self-conceit
If you accept love you deceive brain,
No life in life but rhythmic heartbeat
How I get knowledge people inquire?
I read the books are her pretty eyes
Expose a woman's secrets beauty power,
How a girl with sweet tongue beautifies.

The book to read my Rose’s cruel eyes,
Hungry of false love my poor heart cries

When I leave home with your memory,

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When I leave home with your memory,
My naval force feels a wonderful feeling,
That in my pretty visions my eyelids see,
Your lovely lips for me more appealing
All day my heart burns with the love heat,
All night my eyes weep why I you choose,
To be my sweet chum but my wit at my feet,
I misread the eyes what the eyes expose.
It is my pretty wills my willful will in you,
What I think is just what is just I think,
What the tongue says wrong the eyes true
On your promise bed I can’t sleep a wink.

When be tired of woes I think to sleep,
My heart vigils nights and my eyes weep.

Before a doctor every malady speaks,

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Before a doctor every malady speaks,
Use me for fever, cough and small pox,
The expert do not the medicine seeks,
As truants for safety reach at the rocks
I know the remedies of every disease,
But I can’t give its doze for everyone,
My herbs demand how days increase,
I am not a doctor I don’t know its fun.
I am the doctor of love my first patient,
Was my pretty love first I cures her,
With my sweet tongue it was sufficient,
Now is my fame that called me the liar.

I am love disease expert and can you tell,
Why a fair gets disease what is ill and well.

I get not knowledge from heavenly books,

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I get not knowledge from heavenly books,
I do not read them in my precious times,
But in leisure study your naughty looks,
And note carefully my love's youth crimes.
As a sage tells someone’s future years,
What God has put wealth, fame and name?
But I your humble servants can read fears
Of your love to put into the verse frame
A woman’s eyes, lips and rosy cheeks,
Complex books to study but I keenly read,
Find greed and my mind window creaks,
And concludes doubts and doubts breed.

My cruel Love's eyes compel me to write,
As Jesus did award all sightless the sight

Gladden my heart with your pretty kiss,

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Gladden my heart with your pretty kiss,
Give over the habit of turning face away,
When I compose rimes I do you miss
Nay your pretty eyes your love sway.
My heart burns as a candle in a church,
In your vision your inborn willful will,
Gives me lullabies and leave in the lurch,
As the virgins pat a kid at the widow’s sill
My love change wills with the modern age,
As you change fashion and chameleon hue,
Your pretty ruth is hidden under pretty rage,
As a foodless child be hungry on the pew

In my vision when I gloat over your face,
Crude words for poetic use I always trace.

None can choose parent and character,

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None can choose parent and character,
All are powerless to change a face beauty,
Given us by kind God is a perpetual factor,
The angel who awards well knows his duty.
Character is destiny lies in eternal jeans,
None can remove it by any earthly law,
How can you change that can’t be seen?
Human failures lie in it not in human flaw.
For a purpose on earth is human being,
To know this secret the last stage of man,
What we do all day my God is seeing,
Nothing with our will on earth we can.

Character lies in destiny and destiny in luck
Cunning says wisdom rules I call it a buck.

How nicely I trim my hair in the glass,

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How nicely I trim my hair in the glass,
And see an old face with the sunken eyes,
But always I mourn over my memory loss,
Dim with the riper thoughts death signifies.
Where is my youth but staying with me?
With changed dress playing hide and seek,
Hiding her being appears in different ways,
To deceive the poor wit what a time freak
When I was young my thoughts were green,
Now I am old and my thoughts are riper,
Many a shades of life my eyes have seen,
For coming generation my verses woe riper

Years ripen blue thoughts as the sun fruit,
Thus my pretty words world wisdom, shoot

How nicely I trim my hair in the glass,

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How nicely I trim my hair in the glass,
And see an old face with the sunken eyes,
But always I mourn over my memory loss,
Dim with the riper thoughts death signifies.
Where is my youth but staying with me?
With changed dress playing hide and seek,
Hiding her being appears in different ways,
To deceive the poor wit what a time freak
When I was young my thoughts were green,
Now I am old and my thoughts are riper,
Many a shades of life my eyes have seen,
For coming generation my verses woe riper

Years ripen blue thoughts as the sun fruit,
Thus my pretty words world wisdom shoot

Tears floats in eyes when I remind of you,

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Tears floats in eyes when I remind of you,
Sleep and rest away from the doleful eyes,
As all little birds flee from a farmer’s shoo,
Your beauteous ruth my dull wit beautifies,
Separation woes more acute than death,
As the poor sad who’s younger is slain,
How can she entertain the worldly mirth?
None can realize the parents’ tearful pain.
You leave me alone in this jealous world,
To tackle separation woeful my poor fate,
Would that I were not born or to be a bird,
That flies over the sea with a gleeful mate.

Most dangerous the tears staying in eyes,
If fall with the falling curse avoid their cries

You turn your cute face from me now,

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You turn your cute face from me now,
Kind to waiting for me on the thorny way,
Keenly with roses to renew the broken vow,
Your soul with me and my with you I say
You’re fault free yea time controls trends,
Our timely quarrel unites our soul again,
Sidereal time changes route with cruel friends,
Now finishes forever my heart breaking pain.
What is separation, distance in it beauty sits,
God separates Adam from Eve sends on earth,
Both had to face here more separation fits,
Don’t worry separation lies in the childbirth.

To joint stronger thoughts distance is must,
Pious soul separation makes love free of rust.

Day and night miss you my poor thought,

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Day and night miss you my poor thought,
As the travelers miss shadows in the desert,
Each day for me you new worry brought,
My delicate will and wishes on earth to hurt
My drooping lids heavy with night toil,
When my body sleeps my mind awakes,
Looks into the stars my written fate awhile,
Weeping on luck weep all unlucky shakes
I do it just to boost up your unlucky luck,
I see your luck star going retrograde,
I with my pen want your all woes to suck,
I love you more than your pretty hate.

Woes come to teach pleasure comes to ruin,
A woman makes life pretty and now I croon.

Resting all night when I leave my home,

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Resting all night when I leave my home,
The day’s toil scatters the force of thought,
The day starts in a beauty jungle I roam,
Taking rest, all sour memories me bite.
As smell lives in the red pretty rose,
Your reflection follows me in slumber,
As to steal the eggs run all hungry crows,
Night comes with worry without a number.
Days pass in works nights in your dreams,
That infuses a fresh life into my tired soul,
As awake all the worlds the sunny beams,
Thus my thoughts are released on petrol.

I leave home to earn and come to feed,
My hungry soul with your beauty indeed

I have seen half dead hanging scare crow,

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I have seen half dead hanging scare crow,
Frightening the small birds around the field,
Drinking hemlock sitting on the bough,
None holds courage before a power shield.
Time unfolds the hanging crows' mystery,
When the scars crows fall down with a thud,
Time records their gallows date in the history,
The soul flies to heaven body goes to mud.
As the farmers put into the field potion,
To kill the birds and save the time crops,
How most horrible man’s powerful notion,
Watching the condition my poor heart mops.

O man use wisdom in very country matter,
You give the dullest money and wise tatter.

All cocks in spring season in jovial mood,

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All cocks in spring season in jovial mood,
Make gleeful notes forgetting old worry,
Why in lovely weather with me you rude,
All my evil days in the love grave I burry.
Your thinking changes with the season,
My loving heart be-weeps lone on the bed,
I believe in fate yea! There is a reason.
My love willful wills I see them all dead.
What is luck? Nothing but a written will,
Unchanged may be changed like a truant,
As the tramps taught by kind motherly bill,
If heavenly muse in leisure you grant.

My muse flies with the wings of Muse,
Flying powers into soul your kisses infuse.

On your sweet memory when I take rest,

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On your sweet memory when I take rest,
Forget all day troubles and sleep with ease,
Night in your vision makes me free of pest,
All day in mind’s eyes my heart you sees
In weariness I take your love memory pill,
Days pass quickly but nights bite my lips,
And kiss my dying wishes my willful will,
Your pretty ruth frightens me in balmy kip.
After you my love I have the toughest time,
I be-weep in loneliness and broods my heart,
Ah! How can I write my feelings in my rime?
It my wills die with me it is my fortune part.

Days pass in works nights in mental jobs,
My heart pleasure your false beauty robs

Your anger shows your love is more,

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Your anger shows your love is more,
Talking eyes expose your pretty thought,
As the waves throw gems on the shore,
But nothing is written in the sailor’s lot.
Your changing moods my poetic themes,
Your breaking vows sharpen my duller wit,
As the world changing by the sunny beams,
You with your laughers my follies hit.
None can tell O! Fair where love stays?
Love is a finer thinking of our holy soul,
Various minds expose it in various ways,
Harmonious thoughts constitute the goal.

Missing soul union proves love existence,
Love is a linker and the scandal is pretense.