A true poet must had to sink, to an ocean of secrets to reveal,and he must be Lovable:but what the World did was smashing his views in a pit of GOLD.
I may say,Trust is like a breakable pendant,made of pearly beads,Oh! when it breaks,the Angel face it turns a shame,the heart in drying vain,and forever the lips may detached,to never kiss you Deep?
Ah! stir well your fancy, fear not to tell me those deep heart secrets now,look the sun goes down the high hills and by the tree shades we sat,in adored pose;along side the lake we sat,kissed by the winds nigh.