Love is in truth, and pain in verse is shown,
adhere my friend and to no end, take pleasure from my pain.
Pleasures that cause thee to read, for reading is knowledge.
Knowledge might win pity but I seek applause--
Sought through my words,might pity and grace be obtained.
I study no inventions, I simply entertain you,
often turning sweet leafs into gold.
Inventions natures child, fled studies sound,
so others feet seem awfully strange to me.
Thus modestly I speak unhampered in prose,
and give thee muse with heart and soul..
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Love And Soul
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