Blunders from the past,
From trends they have done
Are such trends they learn
To fix their lives
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Music of love flows.
Within me, it grows
To the extent, it glows.
Despair away, it blows
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A poem with an aim,
Destined to make a name
To end up well in fame,
Knows well to play a game.
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Eyes with silver, my swan-gracious darling, Brenda.
Decked in beauty dramatic, like a tree slender.
It thrills me, your voice gilded with summer tender.
Unto your heart I sight with sun-bright agenda.
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Can beauty remain beauty without light?
No beauty survives without light in sight
To endure the pangs sharp of age in flight,
For fair with folly dead plunges at night.
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With colours, a splendid world that does lush,
Bright and romantic that has blush.
There the dove-like spring of love does gush
With purity truly divine and hush.
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Splendour beams deep in your eyes,
Thrusting my mood red to rise.
For their shine is of the sun.
I commoved, eye you as one,
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Ringing with a chiseled knock-
Dong from my grandfather’s clock;
Halts pure silence to the shock,
Tells the time with a grand rock,
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Adorned in its glory,
A heavenly story.
Bliss, its inventory
Makes the mind feel hoary
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