I love you not for a day believe me
Either for your bounty
Or for your beauty
It is all passing phases believe me.
I wish to make you forever mine Dear
You the authority
You the priority
That goes to make a stately rose Dear.
Angle faced, I hold you in esteem there
Be it your beauty
Subsist it my duty
Compassionate Beloved got you right there.
Now I faithfully trust each ethereal law
That blooms roses
And also primroses
Makes silky butterflies a lion's paw.
Poetry is a beautiful mode of dry prose
Thundering voluptuous
Sweetly dangerous
Provide a way for you to be pompous.
An innocent lively smile lies in there
That I wonder
At times ponder
A heavenly togetherness lies in there.
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