Nero CaroZiv Poems

When my love and I mutually swear that we both are made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she is fickle; full of frauds and dry lies,
Making me wondering if she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the ways of the vast world's false cunning subtleties.
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Oh, if it is not God utmost forbiddance that you make yourself love’s slave
Obedience in thought and discipline under the control of his domineering pleasure
Or at his hand the account of time with him to enjoy and to crave
Being his vassal, his dispensable tool, you bound yourself to stay his leisure
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Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
Love at first sight, is it the love made of right?
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If I had this solid perfect frame of a gorgeous man then my love sighs
Would be echoed swiftly like drugs through this ivory rare shell
Your lovely ear, and tangled earlobe, to find and to stir your heart so well
That my passion arm me for my grand enterprise.
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Once there was a maid that caused me pangs of a lover
When day and night I had sighed all in vain
Ah, what a pleasure it was to gaze at her and discover
In her eyes rare beauty that caused me ecstasy and pain
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I recall a night of dew and tangle
As the dew fell on the cobweb from a wind at angle
To leave it threaded with stars
A night of scattering jewels on fences and pastures bars
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From the meadows her walks have left a balm so sweet
That whenever summer wind wilts and sighs
It sets the jewel print of her lovely feet
In violet blue hue as her slaying eyes
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My mirror is troubled, tired of lying to me
My youth is gone, life torn and tattered no longer to be
Like quenching flames that dance suffocating in the rain
Just the agony, pain and regrets of past years reflect again
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There will come upon the earth, calm spring time
When soft rains fall and raise the adores of wet ground
And flowers leap and bloom into their prime
As the swallows circle and bounce in vast meadows, shimmering sound
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Have you ever craved the waves of flowers perfume
That float in the garden of roses under the moon sheen loom
They come and go whence no one knows at night gloom
As spring renewed his reign in colors and in splendor bloom
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