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1Blessed the moment I met her Pair of eyes of mineBound upon her twosome lovely eyesAgony appeared sweeter I felt when I obliged to fall in with her O’ poetry in thy nameI scattered calling out the nameScrolls filled with up compare notes,A gentle smirk resembled a first lightDays in blithe gone intricateBeholding her a day, pronounced my tender Compassion to er,Imploring a constructive retort, I waited.Replied she, “Can’t repudiate your love, Neverthless I dread my kindered dwell it and relinquish”.2What to do with all my hope of mine?By now I got a denying riposteWhy to cast so many invocations in air?But shouldn’t it be that I not be denied,And an end to my poor wordsBefore my end has comeMy yearning thoughts, by each steps ledMy reasoning to an unreachable pinnacle.“You see my lady’s heart is hard as stoneAnd my own I cannot enter it”,She does not consent to look at me downTo care about my words, not god willHeart hard and bitter now of oppositionSo now in speech I wish to be harsh.3What I am saying. Who cheats me?Mind racing through spheres, finds not a star Condemning my tears.Corporeal shrouds blinds meWhat is the fault? With stars or with the loveable?Its me who dwells, who gives me grief Since she gave me the burden of pleasureHer sweet presence, touch and lovely glance

All the things adoring the earth with their beautyCame forth from the masters hands as she,Dazzled by her beauty, should I never see true light?Turning towards her angelic beautySoft season of my youthAlly s hitch, submitted my love a“Mere lure without a cure”.4If not love what is this I feel?But if it is not dear god what is this thing?If good why this sting?But then why every torment pleasant?Burn, weep, and grieve willinglyIf against my will, why good is nostalgia?Living death and sweet harmFair, it is not. Rule me if I not accord?If I consent, is it wrong to grieve?Tormented boat, so frailWith contrasting winds, tear apart its sailSo light of wisdom and laden of blunder I don’t know what I wantBut I shiver in summer andBurn in winter, why me?5I find no peace, but I am not in a war?I fly above the heavens, but still in earthLying down, fingers reachingTo grasp the nothingI am in a jail with locks I hate to openI see with no eyesAnd cry out without a tongueI stand with my arms wide openWith her far away from me to fall inI thrive pain and wear a smileHiding my tears, pretendingI dislike death and much as I do lifeI hate myself and love somebodyBecause of you lady.