Should heaven smile upon my wishes?
That I do not mourn amidst my thought
Or let broken winds loose its stiches
upon this folly that makes me nut
And retentive to his flirty taught.
He represents the angels on earth,
Shall I give him my all and my heart?
To the man who shines as summer's day
Lower your gaze sweet friend, watch your looks
Please contend me not against this one
Make not a riv'lry or any crooks
Your past victories are nothing but flukes
Shall we deny his looks? For its true.
As brightly fine as his fathers Dukes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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