Apologize To The Lady In Disguise Poem by Mustafa Kenj

Apologize to the lady in disguise

Apology for Me of Gold made ‘snt but only a soul & clay
Me of you had never dreamed or could even ever imagine
As me to life came was ranked and kept in a class prisoned
In nature I find the free side of me so fresh so fine so fair
Keats and Wordsworth me's self among their words I find
Expectations neither purposes nor dreams I had visioned
As long me's winds blow as far me's sun rises cold I shan't
Who to blame me knows not but females guilty are not
As a norm of greedy who kept owning as theirs for ever
From parents familly me inherit did any and shall never
Like a bird as learns to fly on own of his shall himself rely
Yet the way is too long alone, to fulfill a companion I need
Birdesa by name shall me's heart joy her as long she's willing
If water a deal for pleasure shall herself see so me her to sing
Thus earth sounds of passion full, though glitter did may never