The Garden Of Whitebutterflies
Sweetly;the garden of whitebutterflies
Though outlandish growth muddles,
A stern sadist poised to mock the grandeur
In sweet panoply of Romance,a dear enchanter.
Lightly;the lustrous wings with tints
Of pattern black,they fly in hush silence
From one violet-hued flower to another;
Painting evocations upon the breez`d Spring air.
Ah!Stern old love;If were so modest as these
Forgoing captur`ng mortals breath to eternal.
Let Spring evocations sparkling do no terminate,
Let Summer the main orchestrator not be dull.
Ancient;the melancholy trill was heard
Although then mild,the unrivalled Patience
Of a charm`d lass by a lad is of commend
Worthy;strifing days to months singing love.
The unyieldingness of a seek`d lass
To a sweet sophistry of sweet incantations;
Nor a true heart unrelenting to his lass,
Only a bequethed heart will endure the days.
Sweetly;the garden of whitebutterflies
Though oulandish growth muddles-
Unlike obstinate Youth clinging on obstinations
Of love hoodwink to win a heart,it still retains.
