TO MY NIGHTINGALE..

OH! MY GRACEFUL,NUBILE,NIGHTINGALE,
YOUR VERNAL VOICE IN NIGHT UN-VEIL,
MEMORIES OF OUR CHATTY DAYS,AND
AS A BEETLE I RELISH THE DEW OF RAYS,
FROM THOSE BLUSHED DIMPLES BLOOMING-UP,
THAT MADE MY NERVE-NET CHEERING-UP.
LO! THE KISS-CURLS ON YOUR LU CENT FACE,
MADE ME A DREAM-LOOMING LOVE-LACE ALWAYS.

LIKE A MAGIC MOTH YOU-FLOWER OF YOUTH-,
MADE MY MOOR MIND SOOTHE,
WITH THE CORAL REEVES A FLORAL GARTH.

BUT WHEN YOU BRAWL AND FLEE FROM ME,
I FELT LONELY IN TOMORROW'S ENDLESS SEA.
I'M NOT SO BLACK AS YOU PAINTED ME;
BUT I CONFESS, I'VE NOTHING TO PLEA,

IF YOU KNOW THE ORDEAL OF MY CHASTED HEART
WHICH LAMENT FOR YOU A SOFIE CONCERT-OF MY LOST LOVE
YOU'LL TEAR SURE WITH REGRET HEART ,THIS ENTIRE LIFE FOR ME

ONCE YOU SWEAR THAT YOUR LIFE IS FOR ME
OR YOU DARE THE DEATH LIKE A SOLDIER-BEE;
BUT YOU WENT AWAY FOR MORE HONEY A DAY ,
AND, I STILL HERE WAITING FOR THEE,
IN THIS LONELY-'ELYSIUM',A LOVE-LORN ALONE...!

LOVE

EYES IN YOUR EYES, I SAW MANY FEELINGS,
BY A LOOK YOU TELL ME MANY THINGS .
ONCE YOU SQUEEZE & THREW MY HEART LIKE A PAPER ROSE;
OH! LIFT MY HEART FROM THE GRASS OF PAIN.
I DIE! I FAINT! I FAIL!!!
LET YOUR LOVE IN KISSES RAIN ON MY LIPS & EYE LIDS PALE.
DEAR LASS! FOR YOU MY HEART BITTERLY SCREAMS.
WHY DO YOU HIDE ME BEHIND YOUR DREAMS,
WHY CAN'T YOU TELL ME ANYTHING.
DARLING!! THIS IS LOVE &
YOUR LOVE WITH ME WHY CAN'T YOU SAY????

Gift of Rain

In a drizling night I wrote a poem for my dulcinea,
A poem like the lyre of the shower.
In the brightness of nocturnal enigma,
She came to me like a dank flower;
She gave a smile to me & it was paradise.
She was young like the rain at first.
Slowly she become a fire of desire,
I felt the fragrance of maiden rain.
Sudden ,her shadow fell on me;
I shrieked,& clasped my hands in ecstasy.
We winged up together, to the blind cupidion world.
Oh! our nerves beat together &
Our lips with hissing eloquence other than words.
Night-jamines bloomed beside us with our incense,
But...
Like the shower she left me behind &
Vanishes to yon heaven of night.
The humid breeze clasp the earth
And the moon beams kiss the water-lilleys:
What is all this sweet work worth
If she is not here, a lot to kiss me??
And I found no power to vie;
Yet the drizzle on her wrote a poem so fine;
An everlasting poem & it was mine!!!!.