My Lovely Pigeon
Oh, emeralds of days
Life is the stages on bedded roses
Loving you becoming lights side
Of my hills lovely shines
In ticks of love ,clock remains as our veil
Roses are blooming to be guest's gender
Once my mind wandering to daub you,
And compile crannies in your core
Bow and show it to my world
Please should I be your cinnamon?
O' dear cowslip of my scents
I hope to soothe you a day and two
For when fluids diffusion; in shadows we mingles and knocks many!
'Tis together we share pleasantries
Your love should never flee away from I:
And I vow'd to water your hays
Hurrah!I named you my "my lovely pigeon"
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