Thursday, January 18, 2018

Luck favors fools and pretty faces deceive

Luck favors fools and pretty faces deceive
By oath, smile and beauty in a cunning way
When I think in lone beauty does me grieve,
Time steals beauty and will not with her stay
Those who are proud of beauty are the slave
Of animal passions that drive the brain
Good thinking remains, beauty goes in grave
After flying to heaven beauty all in vain
O Rose! Come and sit with, let us think in lone
How to refine the glob with our pretty term
I see people lacking of love in darkness moan
It is very easy O Lady! If we all are firm

Lack of love and knowledge people fall in ditch
We are chasing forgetting death animal itch