Thy image appear in every faces,
In every women I knew or not;
Can thou perish all the dull traces,
And not weep nor sorrow in blood.
All my deny are worthless to try,
When simple words are harder to speech;
I drown in desire and cry,
As if thy image undestined to reach.
I hope, I think, I know
Thou are the only thing that I’ve ever wanted;
For love we blend each soul in vow,
Which adorn my life where bliss enchanted.
Instalasi Sastra
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