A girl with books
who never looks
At me, I wonder!
Humble and comely
...
A bract got today at ten
The very opening put inquire
'Could ever any bloke's ken
Untie the bon mot of suit- fire? '
...
Playing upon his teeth in cold
I met a man indeed in need
Upon my cheeks hot drops rolled
To aid him my heart paid heed
...
With my friend without will
Winter season the day was chill
An ehtrance form I had to fill
Seats were graced with 'Jacks and Jill'
...
Through dense shower
DEEP perceived lotus flower
Where upon the godly vision
...
Alas adorned in shy apparel
Love paragon and idol of faith
Glad, sportive, prank as April
Glaring flame an' alluring moth
...
Luck And Labour Mate
Early or late
You will get
At any rate
What's in fate
So, don't desperate
Fate is made
With fingers ten
As sound behest
Of earnest rain
Luck and Labour mate
your poems are very touching.They need great attention to be grasped.