Sharpen not your tongue,
When you tend to approach her.
Nor let loose the sweetness of your tongue.
If you please to have her.
Because if she detect your flatteries,
Then to you she will offer love forgeries.
Simply by fate,
Approach with a smile.
Pour on her your taste,
And hear her reply.
If nay, she did utter.
Go not, tarry still.
By thy eloquent offers.
She'll give in and to you she'll be.
But if by forgeries you flatter,
Then thy end will be sour than thy latter.
C.2017
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