I Saw This

A humid butterfly
Besides a voiceless bird;
I wished the bird to sing,
The butterfly fly high.

I tender feel; I tender am.
My heart was born that way.
I am a man if you`ve seen none
Who calls a girl Ma`am.

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My Darling Is Best

The butterfly has wings
That look like pretty silk.
My darling has pure milk
to give to my good baby.

The butterfly is cute.
It beautifies the spring.
My dear does better bring.
She`s top of all the beauties.

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Ever Fairest

Her wires fairer are
Than straightest blonde
For they take many shapes,
Her hair it does.

There is unusual beauty
In the form
That pretty norm I calculate
As foul

Then foul comes with all
Established beauty.
But her rare hair to me
Is ever fairest.

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Song # 71

I grew a rose the length of spring
To enjoy the view in summer.
When summer came, on pulled some string;
My grown-up rose was gone.

During the summer I went sad.
In autumn leaves did fall too fast.
Then winter came with snow too soon.
Oh, what a year so sad!

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To My Special Paula

My daughter Paula is so dear,
I do love her beyond my words.
To roses red she better comes,
And I say this for modest I am.

My daughter Paula likes to play
With energy under tall trees.
At times she plays till dark the day.
Oh, she does bless my days with youth.

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To Paula

My daughter Paula is so dear;
I do love her no words can tell.
To roses born she comes so near,
And I say this for modest I am

My daughter Paula likes to play
When the sun comes under tall trees.
At times she plays till dark the sky.
Oh, she does bless my days with youth!

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Song # 8

In the spring, my boys,
Birds to have so many joys,
And the flower beautify,
And also does the sky.
The days are made to sing and play.

In the spring things are so pretty.
Pretty things we have in many;
Like the charming butterfly,
And gorgeous birds that fly quite high,
And the sun that gives its light.

Oh, spring, beautiful spring!
Yes, spring, you are divine!
And I want to make you mine.
Many thanks to you I give!

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Sonnet #219

In women there`s a thing I do know well
Though truth does say I`ve been with just so few.
But my with knowledge mind, the sound of bell,
Has made my experience come to see this true;
For women it is hard a man to take
If her eyes don`t see approval, taste.
But men`s desires with any she would bake
For the sake his rod in her duct have placed.
But when a man approval does he meet,
Women are known to bare a shameless act.
They`d him allow in a female heart beat
And with sincerity they make a pact.
In women there`s a thing I here do tell;
To take a man they do not like is hell.

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Sonnet-220

I here go again with happiness.
It hit me again; how long it has me hit?
Let me confess; my happy time confess.
I`m happy now, and this my tears admit.
Who`d wails some years for moment quick of joy?
But some quick joy after long woe`s delight!
It is a boy no toy and then some toy.
Take toy away, the joy some time stays bright.
I`m happy now and happy let me think.
I could`ve ahead hours of that called sadness.
Let me this happiness to good just link,
So when sadness arrives not turn to madness.
Let me this happy time with gladness shower,
And it gladly do measure by the hour.

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Sonnet # 333

Sometimes to silence I myself commit,
Or oftentimes it seems is tied my tongue,
But now in writing I`ll my heat permit
To give you thanks with all of it that`s young.
Thanks for your help, your kindness that does show.
Thanks for your time, you williness to work.
Thanks for the job you do with nothing low,
And my return excuse too poor to perk.
There`re roses, roses beauteous beautiful,
And roses beauteous beautiful inside.
I like to think you are one wonderful
Because your beauty to the heart is tied.
So gentle, modest me do call you a friend,
And with this line my sonnet now does end.

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