In which pining thought yet droning with volubility
Of beauty`s commend serene in temparement;
A walking goddess with distinct charismatic quality
Of fine virtue a rhapsody I cannot paint.
I contend the grey matter day-and-day to change,
With delve and unearth a new creation to cherish
My verses of love despair a journey full of headache;
Yet the still rhyme bewilded by charm to cherish.
If lushy Spring change to lusty Summer in ease batter
If exuberant youth changes to stern maturity cheerful
If devout matriculant aspires to further and jolly prosper
If meek man stop suffering and lead a normal life.
Yet this seldom done with harsh transitions;
And a lured cerebellum persistent with rhymes
