An Ode Default

Oh lady! Please wipe thy tears away,
And let thy crimson cheek sparkle in hue;
Allow me to make thou happy day by day,
Blissfulness is surely thy heavenly due.

But what a pity! For I not the one for thee,
As my flush of affection turn so frail;
When detestation strife for free,
For love and thee I failed.

by Instalasi Sastra

Comments (9)

Beautifully flowing sentiments.
Flows in the ear like a sweet breeze from the south of GEORGIA when it is on my mind where the moon lies high! Paul
As beautiful a stanza as you can hope to find anywhere, full of love and melody - - - - - - - - - - -] Dear eyes, dear eyes and rare complete - Being heavenly-sweet and earthly-sweet, - I marvel that God made you mine, For when He frowns, 'tis then ye shine!
Here I enjoyed this poem with a lot of happiness it gives.
Being heavenly sweet is what poetry needs to be. Great. Thank you poet.
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