Our love life are bloomed like the roses.
Your eyes lead me the pleasure no measure.
Flirting me that I expect:
So much love and so much fun.
When, in happy with fortune and men's love,
I all alone make my new poems so quick,
and feeling wander heaven with my teardrops,
and look upon myself, and cries my fate,
Not handsome, nor the great love life
Of life, shall outlive this powerful melody;
But you shall shine more bright in these poems
Than sweet voice, sing the love poems.
All day I have been written,
Now I am tired.
I recall my memories: ' When I will see you? '
But there is only the evergreen tree rustling in the rain.
Not as I since have loved him, as a desire
And surety of my eternal life, a light
Which I behold and feel he loves me
Nor for his wish to so many words-
There 's a breeze - breath of fresh air-
Yet there, and here, and somewhere
Along the dirty road, beneath the earth
By those wandering lonely walked,
When summer comes
I will dress in silk blouse and skirt
Wear my new high shoes
Collared with green pearls.
Soul of our souls sinks in the glass wine
Where all poems in that glass wine
Exists-one only; an assured love
That the procession of our fate
My friend! Enough to talk you have given,
The purpose of hating ask no more:
Nor more would she have talked as due to one:
Who, in her worst love life, had broken heart?
Mom is my country,
bring me here for love, education.
She would not want me behind technologies.
She feeds me lot of real food.