Forever Sonnets (Poetry Blog)

You, may not take a notice of Me, I am- A little lamb, with you on your green-olive mead Just please visit to Me-- O! I've rambled round your pinkish fields,  I' behold many Dea and Deos but;  Found none, so loving as like You,  Thus, please visit to Me--- Rumi, thou're to others I' may call You,  "Ever shining all time, a vernal beauty" Just, please visit to Me--- I' miss all kins, and some Amis;  O! geliebte!  I' keenly think of You, then my  Life's other arts and the acts,  Thus, please visit to Me--- Garden dove! , lie for awhile, on My pitiful-tree,  With a long sweet, and passion deep. Just please visit to Me--- Ah, you're born fair mine, Amor-dear!  Fair faith is bosom beauty,  Love Is not liebe; which alter's  with custom or along season-change,  Just, please visit to Me---

Liebste! shun the company of vile-like People May be, they would hurt your innate artistry. Never a weed will become sweet in relish  Even if you climb to peak of the Everest. And take care, Liebste dear! live with the reverence  Shall ever breed of raven; raise a swan?  Even if you apply tools of science of changing. Behold liebste!  Shall ever water of a bitter fountain- Turn sweet; even if it comes from snow-clad mountan. Dear my gallant! don't make allies with liar's It's a flu, wide and sound in their nature. Liebste! give away alms and gifts it brings the cheers....

A rock dove was! seated on a  cottage roof  Lamenting in melancholy of her love--- And an orphan Boy, sate below far aloof,  Was singing a hymn to his Mum  Looking at roof,  Rick dove! heard his lament.  And was sadden --- Came down along the wintry wind,  As the Boy was singing near his dark cabin-- She also start to sing with him windy side Then thin skined dove danced to give him peace of mind  And composed music throu her  crimson wing---- After kissing both scattered along the wintry light, so kind.....

--Body!  The heart is passing through an intense pain At this moment, that might never come again. Around fifty years; you've dwelt in Me And cherished Me healthy; like a green tree. O! you have prevented Me, from falling into sin  Rabin! though on some matters; we had disputes in. The tidings that you brought from time to time,  Trembled my limbs, legs and the skin. ---Soul!  Thank corpo, you granted Me asylum in your barn,  We have a secret union; that has gone adjourn.  I was with you,  O! beloved! on a lease. Restore calm, My reflection is removed from your palm,  You will be buried; into ash and sand,  And I shall return to some endless shore on;  as I understand.

Gray falling leaf  Moon is broken like pennant of a widow,  Every star friendless; sunk into thoughts. Very tired laying restless on the pillow- Clouds of grief stay like a funeral-  Some teeny O many heavy all endless- On music of hiccups, the heart weeps- Stuck into swallowing deeps-  I've not resting place-ravaged,  No loyalty or security; just am a savage,  A tearful life; My fate gave me-displeasure. Go away O winds!  Take your passage-  It is my fate to put to scream; my soul-  Life came up weeping-dolorous,  From my grief these're naught  the flowers, they're the wounds-  My shadow itself split from Me-  I'm lonely in festival of grriefs Thus! mine life is like a gray falling leaf.

And I love you In these flowers of May These bouquet's are witnesses at the moment. They have taken note of us so keep on your way  And I love you these flowers of May. Remind us that love binds, and hate divides  Come sit close by my side it's My holiday.... These merry hours, will not come again,  So keep oath and roam again in these shady sides. When the spring time will appear again come alone. These fading eyes would shine and God decides. And I shall stand and you sit on My throne Sometimes I' may give you a surprise .........

Festival of flowers  Praise to thee! who granted  you; the beauty, Winds and venues leap up with liquid sweet. Salutes to your petals; ah dear Tulip baby!  My heart did swell by your love and greet,  Someone an alien, just pass by your Eden,  Wearied of many days sojourned for a while,  I see, your scenes have become more florain And worry your beauty might beguile Me, Though I' m an only access to My family. Earth be feeling more fine; by your perfumes. What a worthy festival of colors held,  By foothills, I long to make there happily  A joyful bride, nature have bestowed you beamy dyes,  And your nude beauty is bewitching my Eyes,  Stars in skies, spending all their lights,  And draws nigh the night with delights,  Nothing is so fragrant, as like glory of flower,  Mine eyes do love to see you hour after hour.