My banner was with no oil
the ointment alter had rusted
of the dripping tears.
In sack clothes, I lamented
...
The venom of her eyes
veered my perception of royalty.
A jargon of the pessimists
couldn't catastrophe the beauty.
...
As my stars embalmed its coruscance
in exhuberance high above;
and though am not an equivocal fellow,
my naive hidebound purity thinks,
...
She's one of our kind,
daddy understand,
from the stubs of her blood,
my kind is fully defined!
...
Just late yesternight, as i gained sight,
i felt ma'am looking at me,
and said, 'go, son go.'
jollyly she sighed, 'that's my son'
...
They says
love ain't a garden of rosses.
They says,
love ain't a bed of rosses.
...
Be true as my love song.
That refrains that love is true.
It lights a light at my tunnel end
erase my worries
...
By the flooded meadow flummoxed,
on the naked eyes a noon dusk ecdising.
Looking, i looked. Clearly seeing nothing!
Such had been an unfair treat
...
Is that the sun shining or you?
Such glamor hid its awe from me
that my world rested in dark till now.
...