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“From my love, i give this gift to the world”

Ali

Cover by:
Ali Abdul Karim
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 For Love
I always write

‫ما عليه من نارها فهو نور هكذا النور مخمد النيران‬

‫ابن عربي‬

“happy to have thy love, happy to die”

Shakespeare

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Armageddon
From heaven I must move, to another heaven still,
With hope that withstand ‘’nature’s changing course’’,
From myself I must move, to her greater will,
That sweetness and joy may with love endorse,
So shiny seems the world, yet with a gloomy sign,
That hope with fear now with each mix,
Day and night, love with love intertwine,
Days are weeks, months counted as six,
With proximity a real heaven is at hand,
With logic, poison to the heart,
No more can my heart withstand,
This reason, which my mind must depart,
For reason or love, should I now hold thee?
For both are must, they both assure me,

Let the universe collapse, I love thee now,

Dear friend, my anchor, my sweet love,
Before thy muse, proud to gently bow,
How sweet and kind that thou approve,
Approved thou art my muse, happy end,
Let’s live and fight, darkness and death,
For we are whole, we can transcend,
Death’s might and life’s ending youth,
If dead am I, or thou lived ever more,
We are restored in such undying rhyme,
Where thou converse, I list, happy sure,
Out of ordinance, surpass’t our time,
So sweet thy rhyme, happy happy Muse,
That I may my idle rhyme thus abuse,

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why in Heaven's name am i dejected less?
when heaven and earth must now collide,
dost she agree, saying that she depress?
or fancy hast this thought hither provide,
i'll mourn less, and hopefully either she,
for wished i, harm thither never come,
no harm she dost, if to my invite disagree,
for death we transcend, this easily overcome,
i'll mourn less, for this and thee another sign,
for purpose most high, to tell thee i pray,
where in heaven we may rest, eternal reign,
as to a Alastor suggested once by Shelley,
not for earth or form i call upon thy help,
for in heaven we may laugh or weep…

Alastor? Can coincidences be more a_rend?

Thy node, thy kind gestures i marked, i see,
Can This be a start, or can It be the end?
Thou grandeur, thy sweet decision i pree,
Of poesy? Nay, Thyself, thy greater self i like,
That withstands “nature's changing course,”
Speech-less we went, in silence we spake,
Such a moment, in silence we converse,
Enough that thou art here, sweet, O love,
O, what a euphoria, unfolded heaven,
Approve me not, but kindly disapprove,
Let my muse upon thy state ever reign,
I suspect that thou such intimations know,
For that who loves, love-less can never grow,

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Emerson, dont tell me what i already know,
Steal not my heart, but seek a greater mind,
Address me well, say thou felt'st so and so,
Shy less, utter more, say not I'm love-blind,
For thy greater message i know, love's love,
Tho that thy mind deny thee such a bless,
List not to thy mind, his prison disapprove,
And to thy sweet lovely heart digress,
And if thou know not how to love, I will,
Blessedly then mentor thee to break free,
Here my hand, i stretch, break Thyself's cell,
Transcend Thyself to thine own greater thee,
For myself I call not so that thy aid to bring,
But mine greater self with thine may sing,

I'll address you fine, hold hold still,

Ah, my idle rhyme, you lay me waste,
To paint a flower, what color to spill?
Sanguine, blue or green's greater state?
Black and white? Nay, a colorful image,
Thou deserv'st from my trembling pen,
Being thus, i call for thy help to envisage,
So my muse may not thy sweet look feign,
O, bring thy muse hither, Let's paint One,
A whole spirit, transcend me and thee,
Let it be no star, no moon, nor the sun,
But greater self that lingers to eternity,
I'll address you still, O, do not ever move,
Be fixed, but learn how to move with love ,

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you cannot kill me when i am dead,
dear love, no more to thee i am bent,
“the marriage of true minds” is halt, reasoned,
from high heaven to down earth is sent,
reason in love? who is that so fool?
to think such high to such low could mix,
ah, i am that fool who surrend his soul,
to love and to reason, i stand betwix,
quanta dead, quanta alive, evermore,
she keeps my mind and heart to sway,
who is she? love? sweet and sore,
so close, yet far from her i stay,
so close to love, when i talk to thee,
never cease and to eternity talk with me,

Thank thee, O lord, this gracious grace,

That thou bestow upon my dying heart,
To guide a lost spirit to thy holy trace,
Which long lost thy bless, thy kingdom depart,
Well-blessed and glorious be thy holy name,
Which kindness and mercy bestow upon men,
I pree Thee, O Lord, keep me in good flame,
And never in darkness let me reign again,
For i love Thee, O Lord, by Thee i swear,
And love thy graces which thou oft bestow,
Thank Thee this holy grace, love dost appear,
In my spirit and in my heart ever grow,
So kind that Thou another love send to me,
And a sign to guide me to sweet love of Thee,

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Such muse may never cease, thou art here,
Unlike that which flickered with moving time,
What seemed eternal, now cannot bear,
To stand against thy sweet undying rhyme,
I pray, that this rhyme may forever reek,
To guide every lost heart or fluctuate mind,
To trust and follow what thy heart seek,
If to love, and never abide with mind's side,
List not by mind to this, let thy heart judge,
For it is forged by the scent of true love,
Let thy heart's ache be none but a bridge,
To have thy mind and heart at peace move,
Who art thou? Who taught me to love thee so,
Where love surpass life and even himself outgrow,

The promise of the past, now is fulfilled,

When heaven is here, invoking my muse,
What wast unsurpassed, now is belittled,
And poorly spent, and put out of use,
Here a greater poet, who taught me thus,
To love that which please not the eye,
She brought me life, from death I digress,
And taught me when to laugh or cry,
O, heaven, thank thee, this grace of joy,
This poet, who kindly revived my soul,
Now I can live, love and have a boy,
And no more to apparitions be thrall,
O poet, hear my muse which feeds on thee,
And sing thy song to bring another song in me,

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O rose, what inventions dost thy purpose amends?
What love lay waste, what sentiments to heal,
What death thy perfume could wake, what ends,
What hidden secrets could thy meanings reveal,
O, if not by a glorious hand thou art plucked,
And to me offered by her gracious grace,
I would such actions abhor or even mocked,
To murder innocence to bring out peace,
Sweet murderer, i love thee, kill me as such,
As that poor flower thou kindly annihilate,
Bid my muse end, love me less or much,
That thy love may bid mine heart sedate,
If thou selfish, refused thus my dear love,
Thy heart i assure thee, kindly dost approve,

How should my muse be blocked then?

When i oft with thine greater mind converse,
Such sentiments of love unknown to men,
Nor to spirits of this intertwined universe,
Lead the way, o love, I'll blessedly follow,
For thy kind and kind should lead the way,
For better future, if posterity need to grow,
Should respect and thy commands obey,
And teach the world, o love, a lesson great,
Where peace and kindness shall ever rule,
Teach us how to love and not ever hate,
So we may all converse in that over soul,
Look at the stars, o love, where i and thee,
Leading the world to live in love's decree,

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What needs thou of other's judgement though?
When thou hast the universe within thee converge,
Care less of others, but for thy greater self do,
Careful, take heed, and built up a better personage,
Fie the world, dear love, for we are here,
Him, the leaf, and me, a second family,
Hark to our song, and our agonies hear,
So thou mayst find solace to thy melancholy,
And better we may, to a better world then grow,
Where peace and kindness lead us home,
Where we converse in light, darkness outgrow,
And to eternity live in high Xanadu's dome,
For we are nothing but subjects to His gracious grace,
He May from darkness restore, and let us his light embrace,

The power of love may keep thee safe,

Whereto and whereof thy whereabouts,
Gladness may visit thee and never grief,
And peace may soothe thy sad plights,
For i love thee, sweet love, most sincere,
And wish that thy heart in peace to dwell,
Whereto thy mind shall never know fear,
And wished with thee, end this, our fall,
Like birds we are singing out for our love,
Defying odds and hoping for a better fate,
Where we, in a happily ever after, live,
Where love to love calls, o, my sweet mate,
Dear love, bring thy mind and heart near me,
So mine may forever cherish the love of thee,

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So kind of you to let thy muse flow,
Feeding my dying soul so kindly,
And kinder then if my heart gently bow,
Before thy sweet and gentle thee,
Bring me down, o love, tame my muse,
When thy greater muse loudly chime,
Kill me with words, my heart softly abuse,
For it is hurt, then revive it with magic rhyme,
Hold me prisoner, build me a better cage,
Tame my love with words that kindly kill,
Cruel-kind thou, hinder my heart's forage,
And bend my will before thy greater will,
O love, no will i have, but that speaks of thee,
No more i am, its thee what now i call me,

The spirit of the world my share my rejoice,

And in every soul put a sign of happiness,
Let there be love, let love's message voice,
Let every ear hear and rise out of sadness,
From my love, i give this gift to the world,
So kind she gave me, now thither give I,
Love's kind, sweet, pure, not to be sold,
But to flourish to eternity and never die,
O world, hear my song, that once i forbear,
To hold over my frail all the world's agony,
But now being graced, love wipes my tear,
And in my heart brings sweet symphony,
This abundance of happiness, lies in my heart,
Here i share so the world with may take part,

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An angel i know from heaven to earth is sent,
Troubled, lost is chaos, and misplaced,
It spake to my heart, "can thou my song consent?"
I knew then, that we can with each transcend,
From afflictions love sprang, reeking to heaven,
Feeding from misery and to hope thus longs,
From heaven to heaven and by heaven driven,
From sadness to happiness evoking their songs,
Many ghost i pass, but one angel i know,
She spake to my silent heart, thus i hark,
From sadness her song, less sad grow,
That hope might finally find its lost spark,
But anon, to darkness she retreat, i fear,
That then i might lose my heart's glare,

Thus spake love to me and i to love,

Untimely, sweet as chances could ever be,
Where muse rest, our dreams grove,
Where to men, poesy never such art decree ,
At stores of dreams our meetings held,
By sentiments to all that who lives strange,
Love is not love, love is with logic weld,
(a line deleted intentionally)
But to wed, the minds of much greater selves,
In One, that all binaries may then surpass,
To venture the universe and in dreams delves,
With reason and love to all contraries pass,
In reason and in love, i love thee more,
Love me then, for love is our spirits cure,

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Prometheus, thief, bring back my heart,
For what purpose makes thee so cruel?
To feed the world? I know not such part,
From thee, nor of that yor talsmanic soul,
But hast thou now a Mariner became?
Purged, by graces given from above,
Dost thou now, abhor this earthly frame?
And venture to heaven with self-less love,
Whose that light that driven thee there?
Where love, reason, hope, all be mixed,
A nightingale? A hermit? A Piper's flair?
Or Heaven's greater muse got thee fixed,
Steal my soul but let me live with thee,
There i might rest, and lost shall never be,

When sick became my love, the world is dull,

Not nature nor kindred can my heart elevate,
Be haste, O love, be safe and forever be well,
So my heart may again thy company taste,
O, let thy sickness fall upon my frail frame,
And from thee to here may his journey be,
For enough that thou hast injured flame,
And suffered such long sad melancholy,
I fear that now i care, O love, hear my song,
And wish to oblivion my heart to return,
To love or to sadness, where i belong?
One hour in heaven, another's hell burn,
Is this sadness or love that now i feel?
For both are in me and to my soul appeal,

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They say, two spirits the journey need,
To heaven, if they seek to revelate,
Or move past of nature, with God's speed,
Or to a higher Seat, if they seek to elevate,
So kinder be, O love, and join my trip,
So from this harsh world we may survive,
To each we guard, then to each kindly help,
So our flames and frames we may revive,
For there rests a light, so generously pure,
They say, that mends the spirits of men,
And further even his frail frame may cure,
And restore his lost to a high heavenly den,
Wilt thou then, O love, kind be with me,
Join this trip, to reach higher me and thee,

This frame of things, hide much greater soul,

A world unknown to men, a whole universe,
I see flares of fire, from thy perfect ball,
Leading to a more perfect circular existence,
Around Thyself, i turn, so a hurricane might,
Devour my little ball, to such sweet center,
Where my failing eyes, wouldn't bear the bright,
Shining from thy most most sweet fire,
Burn me well, bring out the best of muse,
Till fire with fire merge, to me dost transform,
A poet then, a bard now, to thy realm transfuse,
And bring in me this fire that incinerate to reform,
The sun, this sweet, glorious sign of life,
Is my sweet love, a soul-mate or a wife,

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I will not clutch, O love, to thy “vestures hem,”
But love that part of thee which to mine allure,
Canst thou see? I'm out of this earthly realm,
To Heaven, a light i see calling me so pure,
A journey is due, i can no more with thee hold,
But to venture that world of endless bless,
I call now, so as not thou might call me bold,
To leave thee back in this transcendence,
Or if thou hast such an attentive ear,
Hark then, to the song of spirit and heart,
List by thy heart and with thy spirit hear,
My muse, that invites thee to such depart,
Hear this, O love, i love to journey with thee,
Wilt thou then join this heavenly trip with me?

Or if thou wilt not, i fear, that my frail,

May power feed, from a lost-like thing,
And sadness i fear may built a gloomy jail,
And from heaven to hell my Heart bring,
O no, the Lord still and will forever be,
Savior of my heart and guide to my spirit,
He ever treats me with endless mercy,
And hope brings in me and love's lit,
With Him who ever present by my side,
I will grieve less then wish to join there,
With thee and her and many a lost bride,
In Heaven's grace, there i may shed a tear,
O Lord, these graces thou bestow so umpteen,
That men's minds such graces have never seen,

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Take this slant of verse for thy eyes are much,
More than that with which my heart can endure,
When signaling mine defect, i can't be but such,
Weakness to obey, with murmuring heart "sure sure"
Signal me more, make silly or wise excuse,
To bring my dying heart close to thy higher state,
Scold me, O love, my verse praise then abuse,
Let me forever hesitant, O my soul-mate,
But tender keep, when thou to my heart speak,
And gentle if thou mayst my eye address,
For they are hurt, afflictions turned them weak,
And life turned their heaven to endless abyss,
But Heaven lies within thy eyes, so i love thee,
And in heaven i live when thy eyes signal me,

Midway we met, i to life, she to death,

Halted, by each to ask where is the way?
I asked to heaven, she asked for earth,
Answered then each, by night and day,
I said, why on earth for death thou seek?
Live up, seek life, be my journey's guest,
For i know such cure, health to the weak,
And power of hope, that is love's quest,
She replied, weakness is what love bring,
And i weak refuse to be, keep thy advice,
I shall live my way, not with thy tone sing,
But venture Whereto life take my carapace,
Midway we fought, i boldly said i love thee,
She bolder replied, O my friend, my Ali,(ally)

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Where to find love, tell me? love, O my dear,
That like thy mind's sweetness possess,
Or like thy heart, stubborn, sheds no tear,
For love, nor for thy sweet childhood digress,
For i used to seek a face among the crowd,
That my heart used to remedy, now in vain,
The world full of ghosts, i seek thy greater mind,
That surpass men's minds, a greater woman,
Answer my love, O dear, be kind or cruel,
And hold me not much to thy hesitation,
Cut my muse, from thy self-generating fuel,
Or let it loose upon my heart by thy confirmation,
Hold me not much hesitant, for i love thee,
Be cruel with me, then tell thou loves me,

“When my love informed, that she is not made of frail,”

My heart bounding, fancied her acquaintance,
But her mind, that strong who dost her heart fail,
Brought death into my heart which knew such endurance,
Thus she is cruel, to fancy death upon my dead heart,
And senseless affections dailies with my poor mind,
I moved then, sad, as once or more from love depart,
That muse cannot “lift these afflictions from my side,”
Frailty, i am now, that my muse is injured harsh,
And triumphant she to her logic turned her strength,
But her victory would not then turn my heart abash,
But to fancy another love to live out of loveless death,
Another love is here, within my mind i hold thee,
I shall fancy love no more, since i have thee in me,

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So soon, untimely, the journey is due,
When spake thou to me with Armageddon,
To lose one’s self, is me losing you,
So sad, to be back in that dark prison,
A prison of love, lost to time and augury,
That hold one's heart as thou his mind,
To linger lost, uncertain for eternity,
With no wheels venture to aimless ride,
But from chaos the phoenix stately rise,
With aids of light and hints of faith,
The prison is must, for me, now i realize,
So one to life may rise out of gloomy death,
O, i thank thee, for thy push which set me there,
To leave earth's vain, and join Heaven's fair,

This guilt i have, of passion, must not be,

The halt of quest, that to heaven reach,
Adamic haste, when i clutch with thee,
A thorny rose has turned my falling peach,
Pray for me, my rose, so i may transcend,
Thee, and join that world, eternal bless,
So as i may for this death find an end,
And live in heaven, and others never miss,
Pray for me, O love, and so i may for you,
Set my words to heaven to save thy side,
Let thy pray be, so i may not hold thy hue,
Most dear, nor fancy with thee another ride,
For this guilt i have, O lord, sorry am i,
Save me, from myself, so i may never die,

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Praise me well, O love, so another image,
I may draw, unlike that thou perceivest
Where thou to love move, truly courage,
And thy mind no more thy heart deceivest,
Where we love and live and share a dream,
Of hope and happiness and never in darkness reign,
Where we sing to each and our agonies redeem,
Glorious then we are and no more shall be feign.
Praise my part, so i may thine part praise,
And draw an image that thy spirit mirror,
Art thou true? Through existence ever phase,
Like my heart who from love to love endeavour,
For eternity my mind and heart shall love thee,
Then i am immortal to have thy love in me,

Pardon my frail if failing before thy eyes,

To grasp a sense, i in mind, abundant have,
Think no less of my muse, for it defies,
“Impediments”, and feeds from endless love,
Visit me Muse, now thou hold? That she ask,
And vigorous thou used to conquer my mind,
Bring thy light hither, lit in me another spark,
Thou unbeknownst of time, come on, blind,
Then visit her, much, or less than i endure,
So sensible she may keep in her quest,
Mind thy visitations, make a lasting cure,
Bring fire in her then lit another in my breast,
Pardon my fire if failing to address thee,
Ambivalent thou, confusing hesitant me,

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Sweet love, i pray, for thy sweet part,
To have peace and comfort, for eternity,
Pray for me then, so as then my heart,
Find peace, and keep dwelling in serenity,
Let's pray for each, so we may together,
Venture to heaven with aids of lights,
To God let our destiny be, true endeavor,
That God may unblindfold our weak sights,
There, O love, we in peace forever dwell,
And rest our minds from the burden of life,
You'll sing for me, then i will sing thy will,
Then we recall this agony "O, burden brief"
In Heaven when we rest, that eternal mirth,
God shall bestow us, Life without death,

Secure, peaceful, and tranquil of mind,

Warmth, sweet, and joyful at my heart,
To have thee, sweet love, by my side,
And in my symphony of life take part,
What's more than that i have, do i crave?
O, nothing, blesses of heaven do satiate,
My mind and heart, so generously revive,
My soul to rest in earth and heaven state,
To thank my Lord i must, then thank thee,
A sign from him so dearly he deliver,
Where my soul is free, now it can see,
And behold his sign, formed as a lover,
To love Him is to love thee, His great sign,
Glorious He is who made such great design,

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I shall not write thy name on window panes,
Nor on gold, nor water nor with fire forge,
For these sure dost thy holy name profanes,
And less bring of thy much greater personage,
Not with subjects that oft bend with time,
I shall address thee, O sweet my love,
But with love that brings such undying rhyme,
That bears change and with eternity move,
For eternal as thou, an angel from heaven,
Drive my muse, to such immortal tone,
Not that i skill have, but by thy light driven,
As a moon passive before the great sun,
What art thou, O love? heaven lies in thee,
That thy sweet looks brings sweet love in me,

With Byron or Shelley or Coleridge i say?

My bit, when thee my rhyme should address,
For all seems a-rendi, their bits then i may,
Call, so as mine part to thee they express,
Brilliant bits they forge and Brilliant curve,
That moves with time smooth and wise,
Teaching beauty to the world and love,
That men might on earth find paradise,
O, not enough, all the poesy of the old,
To answer thy request, then i may speak,
Another bit, to gild not thy self with gold,
But Heaven in Thee i may love and seek,
O love, What rhyme is worth addressing thee,
Let Heaven then spark such rhyme in me,

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Fear not, O love, love is strength,
Fear-less the lover go in his quest,
Bears courage to the end of breath,
And power of will and wisdom best,
Be wise my love, look with an eye,
Belongs to thine own heart and mind,
See that who loves, shall never die,
And bears his wealth to the other side,
A wealth that surpass the power of time,
Called Love, by those who wisdom know,
Though some may call love but a crime,
Wiser we know that love rise and never bow,
Powerful i am, feeds from my love of thee,
Be Powerful, O love, join this strength in me,

…enigmatic sonnet…
Coleridge, what tell'st thou that i lack?
O, it is thy life in me now hast revived,
Live on, Coleridge, see thy name's track,
Emerging from time's clasp, fairly survived,
Read this rhyme, O poet, then join my song,
It speaks of a spirit, thou fairly knew,
Drive my muse by power, to thee belong,
Gilded with sadness, spoken by Bard as you,
Elope the yoke of time, join my quest of love,
So we may to Her Fair deliver a message,
Then she might think twice, to reject or approve,
To give fair acceptance or keep my endless forage,
I call for thy help from the fetterings of time,
So that she may list to thine greater rhyme,

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Sleep, O sleep, why dost thou linger on?
Upon my enchanted spirit, whats thy call,
To bring another world and love summon?
Or to death thou inviting my lost soul,
Hold on, sleep, love lies ahead, an elysium,
On earth, that may and might bring me up,
Should i vile be or keep in mine decorum,
To win love? O, she might tell me "shut up",
To what avail dost thy visitations tend?
O sleep, thou sweets aid to the sweet ,
To bid me rest, or my heart's ache mend?
So she may in thee, my lost spirit greet,
O sleep, visit me and her so we may in thee,
Find rest, and join each and sing to eternity,

…my favourite sonnet ever…

In a dream in Heaven, i with heaven meet,
Where she accepts my message of love,
Intimations, can never be more sweet,
Than the images of love my dream gave,
Therefore, i would love to live in a dream,
Where love and i would sing to eternity,
O, thought can not think of a dearer beam,
Than that from her face shines to infinity,
Let the dream last, a rain falling forever,
To give my heart cure, then i might to she,
Speak my bit, to tell that forever i love her,
And she then might with all my bits agree,
Then she might sing a song to bid me sleep,
And i rest at mind and heart, happy happy weep,

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I would like to sleep on thy shoulder, faint,
And die and live and die and live forever,
Then thou might, my defections paint,
On a Grecian Urn like an immortal flower,
Paint me, sweet love, a sweet image then,
Like that thou hast present within my mind,
Let it be a yellow bit entwined with green,
A resting soul, resting with Thee by fireside,
Then wake me up, to sleep again by love,
And love by me, so as to freeze in time,
A circle perfect, with love by love move,
That surfeit my heart with an eternal rhyme,
Paint an image, O love, where you and me,
Live in my muse and sweet art of thee,

A meeting is due, with love at heaven,

Where i asked and she kindly confirmed,
When i wondered? She fairly said "at ten",
Ten i love and with love ten is but a-rend,
To say i love thee, now i fear, so whatever,
I call thee, cruel or harsh, it is i love you,
So hear me well, O love, I'm but a lover,
Who loves thee, like a bird to thee i flew,
Caress my wings, O love, then pity my frail,
And hold me close to thy sweet heart,
Like a lost pilot, so bring home to my sail,
And bid my mind and heart a new start,
If lost-poor me find rest in cruel-kind thee,
“Worthy then i am, to be loved by thee,”

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Thorn of love, i love thee, for thee i bleed,
Kill me well, and do thy best to protect,
Thy rose, for it is a jewel, hidden in weed,
And i am a phoenix, for love i inspect,
Do thy thing, thorn, and i shall do mine,
A fight of love, that i dare thee to a duel,
To kill me, i blossom like a merry vine,
To cherish me, i love thee thou kind-cruel,
Loser thou, for thy reason cannot defy,
My winning sentiment that to heaven rise,
Kill me with art or muse, no more i die,
But live to trouble bring to thy false surmise,
I shall win, for my love's power feeds on thee,
Therefore I'm valiant, thy thorn can never kill me,

Thrust another strike, Upon the dead,

To revive him with such sweet neglect,
Slaughter his dreams, like a feeble bird,
To bring him up and his soul resurrect,
Be stealth and make ambivalent remark,
To give hope then break it with death,
Let me find love then on hatred embark,
Give sweet perfume, then take my breath,
I'm tired, no more with thee i can hold,
Out of my mind, i shall set thee free,
Be tender with me, or be whatever bold,
No more that thy things can uplift me,
I hate to say, that thou brought night on day,
My day is dark but in heaven lies nicer ray,

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Shelley who taught thee such sweet verse?
That a-rends to love's purpose so clear,
Is it beauty's look or old, wise Greece,
To drive mad me to thy unmatched flair,
Is it of evil spirit, or pure souls thou spake?
Ah, sweet and wise all thy utterance been,
Lovers should list then for love's dear sake,
To thy muse which tutors the old and teen,
Join my muse, dear poet, let's sing a muse,
To her wit may shake every resting leaf,
To shake her heart, she may put it in use,
And leave her long-lasting dark grief,
List thou deaf of heart, this song is for thee,
Let it hit thy heart hard, to learn to love me,

…line 9 is my favourite line ever…

Tear me apart, O love, like a feeble leaf,
And do thy thing well, to kill me more,
For as thy mind’s wit is thy heart’s deaf,
And senseless, harsh and bitter sore,
Is it lack of augur that i then must live?
In coldness and lack of feelings taste,
Is it writ that my heart shall know no love,
And linger jailed, hopeless to emancipate,
Do i need in a thousand language say?
I love you, then thou may my love scold,
Then i might utter more, till nothing stay,
To utter, but again can't shake thy cold,
Tear me well, so many i then may become,
To defy life and rise out of coldness doom,

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The world is still, when thy eye signal me,
And beauty crowned all heaven’s fair,
Blind at heart, my eye no more can see,
When from thy sun i glimpsed such glare,
Shine upon my desert, thou beauty art,
And love invoke by such a fluttering lid,
String thy harp so that my fluttering heart,
(May rise then thou his thirst surfeit bid,)
Bid me rest at heart, then i may thee thank,
Then wonder, what needs i more from?
From love's river, i hast abundantly drank,
O, no more i need that none i can inform,
Fear not the world, O love, our love is due,
I may live then by the sweet looks of you,

In a mirror when i look, i see another face,

That looks like thee, to myself more a_rend,
And i want gazing stay, more to embrace,
That image that Heaven to me hast send,
I thank Heaven more for this grace i have,
A glare at heart, all the world encompass,
Darkness i overcome by this endless love,
And death and dismay my hope surpass,
Then i look again into my bosom’s cell,
To see that image governing my heart,
I speak to it, what art thou, to me tell?
It says i am a sign, to bid thee depart,
Departed i am, from myself to sweet thee,
My mirror thou art, thou is all i see in me,

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Like a start that your wit cannot spell,
Is a hidden treasure, you cannot perceive,
From thy mind invoked, to bring thee frail,
A fact is misshapen, to thy heart deceive,
A dream of love i know, they fallacy say,
So true my dream they failed to apprehend,
He who lives in despair, knows not the way,
Of love which agony of life oft remedy tend,
Love is truth, and kind to the old and young,
It yields not to hardship nor with time bent,
It cures death, and brings joy that belong,
To heaven, a gift from above to man is lent,
If all the world is right, that love is not true,
Let me prove them wrong, that i love you,

I call not thy beauty love, better i know,

Thy mind and thy gentle heart i love,
Beauty is not love's purpose, never, no,
But tender hearts love's purpose serve,
Then do i tend but with silence rest?
When thy beauty commands my soul,
I wish then with silence to thee sent,
A message, that might thy heart enthrall,
With silence can thou then with me converse?
Or thy heart for others looks, now i fear,
That thy mind may share no more a verse,
With mine spirit, then i might shed a tear,
I tear now i can spend, my heart longs for thee,
Leave or stay, thy love hast tormented me,

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This verse can no more concealment hold,
And like a flutterer to thee longs to fly,
Welcome him, whether tender be or bold,
Caress his wings, look him with meek eye,
Read my muse, O love, see my spirit here,
Bare unfolded before thy dearest heart,
Bid it rest, mark it with notes frail or fair,
Then behold in its mirror what thou art,
But if thou wish this bird flight to delay,
He flutterer still, charming the world's soul,
Uttering love's will, tongues cannot say,
His will nor grasp a hint from his whole,
Love is whole, infinite, like a bird tend to flee,
His cage, to rest and perch by sweet thee,

Falling we are like two stars from heaven,

On earth we met, such a sweet incident,
From light we came, by light hither driven,
So heaven may our heart's cure consent,
Falling we are down like two rainy spheres,
By augur guided to behold a better destiny,
Where love and hope wipe out our fears,
And courage shall render our past frailty,
Let the rain upon our hearts fall forever,
To bid sweet confirm to our turbulent love,
I shall pray, heaven may grant us a favor,
More sweet than we got, a love's approve,
If thou approved my love, i love thee more,
Unlocked my heart's vault, open the door,

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All heaven’s rains may fall upon thy heart,
And joy and bless all that rests in paradise,
May visit thy soul, bids thee another start,
Fresh as light and safe as love's warrantise,
A walk lets then have, under Heaven's rain,
Where you guide my steps by fair speech,
In heaven i live now, this is my own reign,
That sweetness cannot more high reach
Two droplets falling from heaven down,
To bottomless sea, where treasures hide,
Quivering they moved, together drown,
In love's bore, where reason is so blind,
In rain i wish forever to move with thee,
Let me be sick, then thou may cure me,

To say i can love you less, i am a liar then,

For that who loves, loveless can never be,
Love is the world's joy, on earth a heaven,
lovers are happy, joy is all what they see,
Therefore with joy my heart now is replete,
When love with me spares a gentle walk,
She marks my frail, hears my heart's beat,
Quivering by her looks, harking for her talk,
She spake thus with me and i with her,
About love, which seemed less of a thing,
I list, her utterance pleasure to mine ear,
And fair music her mind to my heart sing,
Such a bless, that heaven granted me thee,
Cure of love, heaven may keep thee in me,

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No more i shall be sad, that thou art here,
Beside my frame, within my bosom's vault,
Like a flutterer i shall, wander this sphere,
So the world may share in my love's revolt,
To teach the world's spirit i call for thy aid,
To hold my hand and then my heart back,
So love's spirit from the world never fade,
But to heaven shall keep its lovely track,
My rejoice may fly to bless the world's eye,
And in every spirit may lay a joyful song,
To tell a tale of love, with a purpose high,
Love from earth rose, to heaven belong,
I'm happy, let the world join this love in me,
To behold such delight, in Heaven and thee,

Under a cloud of blue, two yellow leaves,

Marched with steps, up to the seventh sky,
Where nature gifts give that spirits heaves,
Where Heaven's birds with joy sing and fly,
Like two ripples in the ocean we collide,
Negligible in the cosmos yet another fate,
Our clash brought another universe wide,
By love's hand which annihilate to create,
Two spirits merged, in purpose are alike,
Brought by power beyond their frail will,
Odors sweet and breeze when they hike,
That the world's heart, with joy they fill,
Love is powerful, brings life out of death,
Two leaves merged, a One by love's birth,

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Be out, this fire i hast, is my life's torment,
And hold, till freedom may flee its cage,
For one's spirit cannot bear a punishment,
From time his own, rules not of his age,
I'll apt out love, not that that others know,
But that which longs for frames intertwine,
Thy love is with reason forged, cannot bow,
To life’s misery, nor with hindrance incline,
I'm wise in love and love wiser than me,
Therefore, (word removed) i shall not now seek,
I'll hold her still, she will mend my Frailty,
Till I'm out of this cage, and no more weak,
I am a nightingale, mute from freedom's song,
Thou art my mentor, bring me where i belong,

A rainbow fight, raged a clash of colors,

Blue over green, valiant greater yellow,
Dreams with reason to love cause powers,
White and black another universe draw,
A painter confused, a frail in his brush,
Brought gray moods onto his fresh glare,
He leant his head, despair and anguish,
Seized his light, corrupted his lovely flair,
He tilted his stroke, with his hand high,
Seeking guidance from heaven to earth,
An answer came, from the seventh sky,
To alter his mood and bids him rebirth,
Another universe he drew, an image best,
To end the clash of colors by love's quest,

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I hate the world's rules, pejorative they are,
Wealth is virtue, hatred power, love is a lie,
Faith is falsehood, and weakness is care,
To live is to win and lost that who ever die,
Nay, i shall not be bent with such decree,
That less make of love's sweet sentiment,
Nor that my mind shall dwell with fallacy,
That tend to cure wrongs with evil intent,
Let love then be my guide for i love sure,
Every one's spirit that this rondure roams,
Every deed good and every thought pure,
I love, and every bird and rose's blossoms,
To love is a rule, that surpass everything,
And that who loves can hate then nothing,

When my kind love, dost me verdure give,

I shall, like Lazur, from death with hope rise,
For who would keep lay, not with love live?
Ah, none but a dark spirit or false surmise,
A gift withered like mine tormented soul,
Or her spirit that such torments she knew,
We are hurt, this love must not be the call,
Of agony, or lost, but to bid our hope renew,
Therefore i gift her my love, doubled fold,
She gave then a gift, of her mind and heart,
With gifts we hope, our love would be told,
To end our forage, by gifts speak our part,
So dear thy gifts, would thou then spare me,
A gift more dear to approve my love of thee,

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Like a one who spares a gaze on the sun,
Or dares with frail on hard rocks to chew,
I'm seeking love, fancied some more fun,
But down i brought by life's changing hue,
One hour's heaven another heaven's hell,
Like a child's toy, I'm sent back and forth,
Life's a player, by her feet i am but a ball,
Rolling by destiny, knowing not its worth,
But i being smooth, i can fit with times,
And bear change and roll with sentiment,
But love i can't halt, nor can my rhymes,
With life or with changing sentiment bent,
Ah love, what makes thee such power give,
To those who hold thee, death they outlive,

When my pen sayth that i shall withdraw,

He mad’st a guilt before thy greater wit,
And a lie he dost, to my heart he is a foe,
I shall hold his ink, no more he shall writ,
Or apology, before thee he must make,
So that i may his atrocious fault forgive,
He must bow before thy most dear sake,
So that thou might his fault pardon give,
O, now i know, his fault apocalypse bring,
Before my frail, how could a word be such,
Powerful, to life or death may ring a ring,
Or reason halt or sweet sentiment launch,
(final couplet, left unwritten intentionally)

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Apocalypse

Who am i? when my love ask,

To hold thy muse or let it free,
Then escaped she, put on her mask,
So she tries to murder too my poesy,
But dost she knew not such rhyme?
That feeds on her most beautiful face,
Let her bring death, such a sweet crime,
When she with my heart refuse to converse,
I can see you love, no more I need,
To speak a bit that you may disdain,
My mind and heart are full, they feed,
Upon a memory deeper than "(words removed),"
If thou fancy upon me another death,
I shall live again, thy looks my rebirth,

What on earth brings in me so many tears?

Is it guilt, or love, or none that i apprehend,
Is it my love, now this apocalypse bears,
Or my guilt brings my tired soul transcend,
Whether be it this or that, i love thee sure,
Be bad or good or whatever thy merit may,
Be, for spake i my bit, I shall speak no more
A bit that you can hear, i may alone stay,
But alone i can never be, heaven rest in me,
And thy image a sign of much a great bless
I can look into my heart, there i can see,
An image perfect, to her nearby i digress,
A memory is alive, hope for my spirit give,
Dead i shall be no more, thy image i love,

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Another dream i have, more sweet she give,
Therefore i would love to live in a sleep,
Where peace she gave, so sweet as love,
As High as heaven and as waters deep,
In an eternal moment, i seized an embrace,
Of myself, as with her to heaven we rode,
On her shoulder i slept, an eternal grace,
Ah, wished i, that sleep to last for good,
Anon, phantoms came to bring us depart,
To mar a moment less or more was real,
With envy and power broke they my heart,
To deny, and her face from me they steal,
If love refuse my love, i shall seek redeem,
In sleep, Where sweet love visit my dream,

In a dream i wish to die, forever asleep,

there i may live, with love and love with me,
She will hold my hand, wipe my weep,
And i shall forever speak my bit "i love thee"
To ask her why? Tormented thou my soul,
She answered, a blush on her celestial face,
To see thy arrogance before my wit fall,
Then my strength may thy frail embrace,
In a dream i slept, happy happy end,
On a shoulder more than firmament pure,
Where she visit my dream, a scene a-rend,
Dost thou love me? She said "sure, sure",
To love me i am at rest, i need nothing,
I'm cured, thy heart with mine now sing,

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Upon the thought of love i pondered,
And some revelations dost surface make,
Is it beauty or wit, that love's life ordered,
To rise, or none that my thought can wake,
Therefore a journey i set, to an answer find,
To questions that keep in my mind urge,
I ventured past, and future's untrodden land
But none can give my gap of thought bridge,
Then i turned to myself, a cyclic thought,
And asked what made me to be who i am?
An answer i heard, love dost thee brought,
Life, hope, wonder, journey, troubled Adam,
Ah love, now i know, thou unknown thing,
I shall journey then, and forever wandering,

When my love promised to bring me green,

I blossomed and flew with fluttering wing,
As a wild bird, she could my forage wean,
If from her dear hand, some gift she bring,
If thy hand, dear love, dear love bring in me,
Be generous, give me sweet gift of love,
Let thy kind heart, with mine heart agree,
And thy eyes with mine cherish and live,
Welcome love, a home for thee is made,
Of hope and dreams wide as the skies,
Be my mate, my home shall never fade,
It lingers to eternity, all hardships defies,
Live with me, O love, a life without death,
Where love rules, life is but eternal youth,

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When my love's eye oft speak with mine,
I live in a dream more than honey sweet,
My muse is mute, it can no more define,
My love, when her jewels mine eye greet,
Greet me more, dear love, like a merry sun,
On winter's morn, shines onto the world,
Be kind as she is, bring me an eternal noon,
Revive my spirit, remove my heart's cold,
Let my heart be a trash for thy disgrace,
And my eye a prisoner, for thy sweet eye,
I might then, live to behold thy holy face,
That thy sight then may cure my love's cry,
The brightest stars in cosmos, that i see,
Thy eyes, for they bring sweet love in me,

The chaos of the world more oft is ceased,

By my love's memory, fresh and vibrant still,
When her image my rusty heart creased,
She made my life and conquered my will,
No more my power can her image defeat,
Nor my sentiment can hindrance find,
Victorious she is, i can no more retreat,
Protesting her power, she sets me blind,
Blindness sweet from her most shiny eyes,
Yet within her heart lies a greater gem,
My eyes are dull, like a poor spirit sacrifice,
But my heart with her longs for a dream,
In a dream or less when i oft see thee,
I live and rise, darkness cannot kill me,

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Thy face, thy smile, my heart's only cure,
And wish to freeze before thy countenance,
To see the truth in thee, so heavenly pure,
And live in a dream so sweet as thy face,
Within thy eyes when i look, i see an image,
Wild as hell, yet as peaceful as heaven,
Love it invokes, it brings in me courage,
And wisdom and power unknown to men,
The brook of knowledge is thy sweet eye,
Therefore transfigured i, to seize a gaze,
Upon thy jewels, rebirth to that who die,
And power of life within thy holy blaze,
To die is to live, sweet O love, kill me,
So i may live, to die again by sweet thee,

A guilt i had, at heaven’s holy gate,

Broke my spirit, like a feeble glass,
Will Heaven then, accept my repent?
And let me this dire disgrace surpass,
"Frailty is my name", and heaven’s vile slave,
And within my heart lies, a stein of dark,
Wilt my lord restore and my heart save?
To follow his right path and to his will hark,
I'm out of strength, let heaven guide me,
No more shall i to myself with hope return,
For God is a Savior, He hast ultimate mercy,
That he kindly spread unto his guilty men,
Pleased at heart, to know that He is here,
Present by my side and men's everywhere,

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Like an old tree, all my leaves are out,
Caught in wind and unstoppable hail,
A hollow stem, eaten out by parasite,
And rainless clime brought me frail,
But my root is firm, deep down in earth,
Entwined with power and hope unseen,
Though that these foretell present death,
I know i hast strength and spirit green,
My faith is my hope and love my redeem,
Power they bring against my life's wind,
Like an oak tree, in my frail i stand firm,
And agony and ill cannot my stem bend,
I shall flourish again, this strength in me,
Is heaven’s gift and is but ultimate mercy,

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This fresh breeze of life, that my spirit did enjoy,
Now i long for, though heaven seems close,
She left me alone, my heart she coldly destroy,
Victorious she went, enjoying upon my loss,
I long for a word from her honey-spilling tongue,
To bring me back a love i used to taste,
When she spake with me and sung a song,
That laid my heart vibrant and my muse waste,
A memory she is, present before my eye,
And deaf she ordered my heart and mind,
I wish no more to live, let death cross by,
My road, to release my agony from my side,
I wish to die, by the sweet looks of thee,
There i may rest, thy eyes may cure me,

Dying, aching, spikes within my heart,

Suffering, moaning, longing for my love,
Resting, lazying, freezing is my spirit,
Hoping, praying, asking aid from above,
Urging, bounding a sentiment inexplicable,
Killing, relieving, confusing ambivalence,
Hurting, relaxing, lingering intolerable,
Adding, spreading, exceeding endurance,
She's acting, pretending, putting on a mask,
Hiding, fearing, retreating, thinking she won,
Knowing not, ignoring? Having a lack,
Of feeling, crying, escaping, missing a hon,
She's back, coming, visiting and seeming,
I'm happy, enjoying, flourishing, loving,

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My love is approaching, near or more,
But far as galaxies we stay sadly apart,
She is keen, malleable, little less sore,
Fresh as ever, alluring my weak heart,
Therefore I'm lost, betwixt her fair jewels,
And her mind and heart are my dream,
To say i love her, she call my love cruels,
Cruel to her my love, to me most kind seem
I love her more, more than she can perceive
And wish that peace ever dwell in her mind,
Whether she accepts or my love bereave,
I love her still, O, cupid is painted blind,
I love her still and will forever loving be,
Till her love, death or cure brings to me,

Of shade, her note, i love, i admire,

Like a falling star, now she mends my frail,
A little talk, she brought back in me a fire,
Yet she keeps my soul in her lovely jail,
No more this sentiment can hindrance keep
And to her mind, wish to deliver a message,
To tell her, how much groans dost i beweep,
When dreams show me her holy image,
Jailed i, wish with death acquaintance make,
For my cracked heart is my sole torment,
Ruined as it is, can bear no more a break,
Nor lose more loss of love or sentiment,
Therefore,i love her, mad i am and crazy,
Her speech i love, more sweet than honey,

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When before my love i dare, i love you say,
And she repays my love with indifference,
Jealous i am, i say, therefore for me pray,
To bear thy depart with sweet patience,
Thus she replied, a prayer for myself i need,
I prayed at heart, anon, she in peace dwell,
I enjoyed her killing, sets me truly dead,
And alive, when her image conquering still,
Conquering my mind, i before her spake,
And she harken, with such a beautiful wit,
Her generous mind, heed for me did take,
As i, trembling weak, before her hail sit,
I love you, i said, yet if thou dont love me,
I shall ask no more, love comes free,

I wonder, is there more joy in the world?

Than my love's most sweet company,
I act as weak, she acts as she ever bold,
Fair fight, our love's troubled symphony,
Fair as she is, cruel, kind and ambivalent,
Bringing love within my drunken soul,
"I shall death set, upon thy feeble heart,"
I happy list, unbeknownst of my fall,
Enchanted i, by her most joyful words,
That play my heart like a dancing snake,
Music her speech, thrilling all my wounds,
And her strain bid my soul death or wake,
I list to her voice, frail brought in my tongue,
I can utter no more, let her sing my song,

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Bitter poison is thy neglect, i now bear,
To see heaven yet silence in my tongue,
I wish to shed, before thee a million tear,
Yet again thy heart will neglect my song,
What a thing allures thy heart's desire?
Or is it great that thy greater mind seek?
Like iron then, forge me by thy sweet fire,
To make strength and cast out the weak,
Sorceress, transform me by lovely spell,
But speak to me not with such neglect,
Bring me power and cast out my frail,
But never my heart fail or my love reject,
I love thee sure, yet in thee i surely see,
My life, my death, my pleasure and misery,

Heaven, what makes her such notes give?

Is that her heart now is with mine keen?
Is that such notes, deaf i, may mean love,
Or it is not so much, O, im lost all been,
Let her make such remark, no more i shall,
Fall to notes made with a fading thing,
If love she demands, then she must spell,
I word i spake, she heard indifferening,
I welcome thus, such dear heart as her,
If back to my heart with sentiment come,
And an answer I hope, she shall offer,
To love, and out she will cast her doom,
If love thy notes mean, be sure i love last,
If love is back, glad to end this long fast,

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Another word i can spend to praise the rain,
When my love in such weather made a note
To offer company, in such a shying refrain,
I follow, like a ship following guiding boat,
Thy trace i follow, run with me in a slow,
So my frail may with thy strength catch,
For no home for me, but thy face i know,
Which with sinews of my heart dost latch,
O, the rain, this abundant watery thing,
Gives revolt to my stagnant and idle muse,
It birth bids and much amusement bring,
A memory present, i shall put it in use,
A memory when my love, spend a walk with me,
In rain, pleasures can never than that sweeter be,

Crazy i now became, such a lone walk i had

Following a shadow of my most dear love,
Madness is love, therefore i wish to be mad
With love and love with me, happy i live,
I walk in the rain, happy, holding a thought,
Of fancy that love may visit my heart again,
O, heaven’s glorious gift, if she make a note,
Dear to my heart, a-rending to my brain,
Like a droplet, aimless from heaven i fall,
Only her heart seems to hold me refuge,
I fancy love, she can remedy my dying soul,
If from her heart she cast out scrooge,
Crazy i am, such idle thoughts i foresee,
I love her sure, but dost she ever love me?

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If kind Heaven, answer my desperate pray,
I shall turn my disgrace into obedient slave,
For such priceless gift, the least i can pay,
To hold my beast, heaven may me forgive,
I shall seize my eye from appealing sight,
And curb my heart with love's true cause,
Wrongs shall no more vex my soul's light,
And evil no more shall my heart abuse,
I pray in rain, Heaven my send me a cure,
To end life's misery by love's sweet return,
If wishes can be granted, then i allure,
A love that may light bring to night's morn,
A morning eternal, i wish to spend with thee,
Then thy light, may cure ill and dying me,

A chance i may seize, to memory make of a day,

When my love is back, shy utterance she make,
Is it heaven? Now answering my lonely pray?
I pray, from my love's dream i may never wake,
If thy speech, O love, such Muse bring in me,
Speak to me then, raise a note of music loud,
Let the world hear, such love's pure symphony,
That bears agony then make amends proud,
Make a noise of words, then list to my heart,
Echoes make to answer thy sweetest tongue,
Resonance of drum, music like that of Mozart,
Doolin paints, gray of art, men's best of song,
Art for art sweet, speak to me with rhyme,
Thy words invoke my heart's drum to chime,

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I shall love beauty, intellect and sentiment,
That thy name holds such notions high,
To love, i learned, is to endure predicament,
That nature's course forbids love's cry,
Thou mentor, taught me such lesson hard,
By neglect and by sentiments most harsh,
All the world's rhymes, cannot bear stand,
Against thy heart's cold or thy mind's lash,
Cold, selfish, harsh, sick, cruel art thou,
And mild, sweet, keen, poor, pure i am,
What universe brought me then to know?
Such spirit as thine, that i call my dame,
Ambivalence in the cosmos, i love thee,
Thou art intellect, sentiment and beauty,

Queen, what are thine thoughts? Tell,

Me in note or in a glimpse of an eye,
For i wish again, O i could surely sell,
My soul then a thought of thine i buy,
Think fair for once, that i may enjoy,
A final breath, with thy spirit merged,
Think of me and thee, living in joy,
Such thoughts hast my bargain urged,
Take my spirit, O love, thou beauty art,
Put it in a cage, tame my strength,
I shall happy be, to be a trivial part,
Thou rarely visit, to bring thee mirth,
Happy to be thy guest, look more at me,
Take me prisoner, for i love thee,

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A confession i wrote, to tell thee my part,
So my tongue may not crash before thy eye,
Yet again it crashed, before thy dearest heart,
Thou killer, indifferent if i ever live or die,
Let me be dead then, a ghost will haunt,
Thy troubled dreams, to vex thee more,
An eye for an eye, as thou weret blunt,
I shall trouble more, thy dreams, bitter sore,
O no, my gentle heart cant but wish,
Mirth and joy may visit thy greater mind,
Let me be dead, as a candle i extinguish,
To bring peace and comfort to thy sweet side,
To love is self-less, therefore i love thee,
Be happy, then let death fall upon me,

Enchanted i said to love in a morn,

More sweet than heaven and earth,
By thy looks, i am an old spirit torn,
And thy sweet love is my lone rebirth,
Sorceress, away cast out thy spell,
Let me out, thou cruel, break my yoke,
Bring me out of thy torment, thy hell,
But harsh, cruel she, my spirit broke,
Glowing of eyes, she wore out green,
Brought a charm, more than hell is sore,
Death over death, many have i seen,
By her eyes, hell’s fire of deepest bore,
Enchanted, overwhelmed, i by thee,
Thy eyes, hell’s fire, bring love in me,

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With italics i shall send, a coded message then,
To scold a massacre done to my dear words,
To reach a "dear ear" i suspect, it was my heaven,
For poesy things are harsh, scattered worlds,
If this message reach, may the hearer recall,
A promise made at heaven’s brightest night,
To venture free, and never with darkness fall,
To cure my heart, end my plight, capture my sight,
Why in Heaven's name, she brought Owen of war?
To words most sincere, "destined for a making",
Is it that "the world is too much with us" or,
Sentiments fail and love is no more a thing?
Destined, Presumptuous me, uttered too early,
Ambivalence in the cosmos, unknown destiny,

The verse at hand, and that which yet to come,

For a single mind, dost message make,
Single yet, the multiverse is but a dome,
She masters, she order things to die or wake,
In the cosmos, this message vibrance may,
Bring, so in heaven it shall tweak a nerve,
A question i dare to ask, like a rock it may lay,
By hands holy, where hast fled my love?
An answer i forehear, from heaven down is sent,
Love is reason, and for reason only long,
No rush of heart it favors nor any sentiment,
Nor frail wishes nor love’s bare song,
To heaven, this message I deliver then,
Be safe, take care, live, love, amen,

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The rain, Heaven's gift, a memory still afresh,
Of love and sentiment beyond men's dream,
A walk i had with heaven, now i can't but wish,
To walk again, but alas, far now it seem,
When it rains, dost thou think of a man?
Mad, broken, lost, idle, and thirst of soul,
Suffering somewhere, from thy cruel ban,
Dreaming, wishing, longing, dying for a call,
Call him not straight, but read thou his Muse,
Forged by rain, and fire that burned his heart,
Ambivalent thou, his heart revive and abuse,
Call him weak then gild thou his frail part,
Thunder i hear, methinks heaven call for me,
Knell of death i confused by sweet call of thee,

Like heaven’s rain, many my heart oft spill,

His muse, droplets, like a bleeding wound,
Many they fall, none can word well his will,
Sufferer he still, no cure for him, no a-rend,
His wound is his will, which speaks of love,
And blind he goes, like a “golden cupidon”,
Love is his cure, like a jewel in his glove,
He threw, unbeknownst of its shining Sun,
Therefore i moan, such love i have lost,
From Heaven a jewel, blind me overlook,
I wish that chances can be second, just,
A chance, i die for, from her heart a look,
Like heaven’s rain my wounds, one remedy,
My love, when by her sweet eye signal me,

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Flashes of lightning, her eyes used to graze,
My weak eye, a generous and sweet cure,
Heaven's rain, her thoughts used to amaze,
My little mind, turning my stain, right pure,
Shall i then believe an idle thought they say,
Rain is gothic! Fie, they knew not what rain,
Rain is peace, rain is love, happy, joyful, gay,
Healer of heart, cure of soul, ease of pain,
O rain, nature's gift, heaven’s joy, visit me,
Be kind, lift this darkness from my side,
Bring me warmth, in a flash of a memory,
Where i in heaven with heaven fair stride,
Rain, O rain, what makes thee fuel such rhyme,
Multitudinous, powerful, sweet, bent not with time,

Rain O rain, hasty follower, hold on a bit,

Make amends to love's death, be kind,
For thou knew how merry i was of a spirit,
Now weak, broken, alone in thee i stand,
Visit my heart, fall upon my withered face,
See how thin and impassive i become,
Thy visit i hope, may wipe my disgrace,
And thy company may relieve my doom,
O comrade, if thou can message take,
And deliver to my love's dearest heart,
Tell her, how much suffer i for her sake,
And how much death caused her depart,
Rain O rain, tell her how much i hold her dear,
That my dry eye spent on her so many a tear,

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Those tears i spent are my heart's torment,
Many they fall, like heaven’s sweet rain,
Sore of purpose, for love's loss they meant,
Pardon give, yet cannot relieve my pain,
O, how much agony can my eye spend?
Is it not enough i suffered a million death?
Endless their fall seems, hast no end,
Ceased only by the end of my breath,
Rain and tears, water torturing my soul,
And leaves green and greater yellow,
Turned my heart ill and my spirit dull,
Lost in chaos, fallen, dead to marrow,
But anon at morn, when my love i see,
All agonies out, her looks my sole remedy,

When my eye oft with some beauty meet,

I wonder, if like my love's spirit there still?
A gentle lady, like her heart kind and feat,
In vain i try to know their hearts and will,
Then i think, why should i another seek?
When i know my love's sweetest being,
Is it not enough that she my veins tweak?
And my heart's cure and myself's a-rending,
O, if not she cast me out of her heaven,
Such thought shall never cross my mind,
Lovers meant not to others be driven,
But to cling with love deaf and blind,
Others i dont fancy, in them i seek thee,
All women are one, my love when i see,

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How dare I in thought to challenge make?
Thy rhyme which to my skin shudder bring,
Thou Grandeur, for thy muse I forsake,
An idle thought I had, in love’s endeavoring,
More I dare to ask thy help for a rhyme,
Thou might spend so as to my love address,
Like a one thou spake, unbent with time,
Can thou kindly now to her hail express?
O Bard, she might list to thy undying Muse,
Forged by talent, absent from the world,
Then she might not dare my love refuse,
In fear to mar thy most beautiful word,
O Bard, tell her how much I dost forbear,
To tell her, I love thee, like Shakespeare,

Its not time that with my heart was bring,

But my love is so harsh to make a note,
Of happiness, i may live by her mild tongue,
If She utters a word to water my root,
Heaven’s muse her voice she keeps away,
From my thirsty heart and most dying soul,
O, sorrows are high, if only she makes way,
To bring amend to this, sore, endless fall,
Close as heaven, yet as dreams she is far,
Sweet as heaven and as hell's fire harsh,
Is it fair, that she torture me by her glare?
And leave in time, i can't taste life's fresh,
Fresh is life when thy tongue speak with me,
And hell is here when life deny me thee,

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