Sonnet 12

Don’t think you were beautiful, I’m a slave! When I was a young man, once I foolish And now I’m old and middle-aged; not gave About luminary is just rubbish The mellifluous villainy, my dear! I accepted like a precious flower A fragrant egg, an honest pearl, it’s here And the end is just a lie, oh lover! I broke my love in serendipity Poured into bitter soul of world people Bored of lover walking seperatly Oh, the shell of broken heart was simple! Don’t mention to the poet love as such! Your conscience is not novaturient so much.