You like praises but I do it never,
Why the second love clings your mind,
As the cankers to gall always to devour,
Your thoughts cruel and face is kind.
Who sits in your mind rejects my love?
You say nothing but your eyes say true,
That tastes you from behind and above,
False love falls prey to false bill and coo.
Nice love is rejected as a motherless child,
Snatching his inheritance by the relatives,
And they consider him to be thorns of wild,
And ends the sinless killer where he lives.
Beauty and love destroy pretty human wit,
Ah! The canker is conscious on gall to sit