When my life start to shine,
And thou bestow me with mirth;
I feel thou so dear to mine,
As if we’ve vows each other since birth.
I carved thy name in my bosom,
The knock melt’d my frozen heart;
How thou can’t feel it in a dozen
As wing of love in the sky depart.
When I vow thee to be my bride,
A friend turn’d to be my foe;
Makes tempest howl for devotion and pride,
Ending with frown adversity and woe.
My tears pour and mingle in blood,
From my breathless bosom mourn’d;
Lament in anguish for the vanity of god,
Crying for this fate to turn’d.
Instalasi Sastra
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