Thou mayst in my dream.
Every day , every time .
Thou have tremendous good nature
And vitality with the scrubbed
And polished look of white chinaware .
I do not love thee with mine heart ,
Only dissuade my foolish eyes
To serving thee from the bottom .
Thou have a spartan endurance
To acquest the heart of me .
Thou seem to move ,
In a continual spotlight .
Thou filched mine heart .
Thine compassionate and hoarse look
Perished my management knowledge .
Better by far ,
I forget and smile .
Thou can never hold me by the hand .
Than that ,
I should forget and smile ...
©lilbard
L