Shall I write about these alluring eyes,
Or shall allude them to pearls?
Heaven warranted 'them' prize
To mirror his-self on earth.
To mirror his-self on earth.
When sun sets, indicating night,
And wind blows to south:
The aiding glow,which you hide,
Comes out thy cloud.
With streaming river if I compare,
A day of spring would whine:
The depth of the ocean' when you look, I can 'sea' in
your stare,
Let milk be white and sun be red, but thy crust
outshines.
Earth is no sphere, and moon without light,
But your flaws I won't write.
'Them' make you another mortal soul destined to
die.
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