How fairing shall it be to these men’s ears
A curse, good news? That an unplucked Flower
So does breathes and shines in this time of ours;
‘Cause our eyes blind to the beauty she wears?
Or wise she was, the hurts of the world fear;
May stir her milk until it becomes sour,
Unpleasant and weary when comes the hour
As remains of asset hanging from tear?
But as sun on earth shines every season
Confirming its destined place on the orbit
So rare is your beauty among roses
Before men’s eyes like mine so eclipsing;
If you shall accord me of every bit
Then shall me of your pride full of praises
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