Tears didn’t stir a heart concrete
Nor greed blinded eye could see
How pain be showed to a mind discrete
How to display the love in me.
Rose a luxury I bought it not
Giftsof gold I have not any
To price such love you had thought
That copiously bequeaths many.
Dressed in velvets, smelling of lilies wild
Sporting grandeur, love doesn’t come
Smells purity, wears dignity, smiles like child
Blesses those sincere hearts that hum.
My heart is torched by sparks of love
Enlightened I feel, with love I burn
Tomorrow a dream and life is now
Love comes once, again will not return.
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