Her eyes extrememly beautiful
And loveful.
The lips rosy
And luscious.
Roses on the cheeks,
Ay, the pink balsams, confused I in between
A rose and a balsam,
Maybe they appleyish!
The smiles cute and cutting
And I with the brush
Making the leaf under that frosty nighty
To save that psychologically sick artist.
The face-cutting bowling out
And my bells struck down
With her fast bowling
As in comes she.
The golden locks hanging over,
Bobbed and beautiful,
So sweet and so dreamy
To win over any heart whoever looks her.
I also look her to thank God in utter thankfulness,
Calling my God,
O, my God, what a beauty,
What a beauty is it to see!
O friend, tell me, whether I had been chatting
With a sparrow on the Twitter
Or on the facebook,
I don’tknow, don’t remember really,
Have forgotten it,
Was it a balsam that saw I
Or a rose!
Let me, let me!

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