Thursday, November 16, 2017

You think O Rose my love is false,

You think O Rose my love is false,
I think your love in my sunken eyes,
I see you daily my poor heart calls,
You in my dream when my fate cries
Love nothing but a deep thinking state,
That shapes trends for future years,
You prove your trends in your debate,
Experience tells our efforts mix in tears.
Love never dies love an abstract thinking,
In concrete words and words never stale,
It activates wisdom as the crown of a king,
As spring makes happy a sad nightingale

Follow word magic as a chameleon eats air,
You can see just tongue but not prey O Fair.