I can't take back my eye's,
From you the most elegant girl.
I observe the billowing, the wavy immature,
The adolescence of 'thy' creature.
This is your fulfillment.
You become disgusted,
It's natural & beautiful.
You the princess of flower,
Roaming hornets moves restlessly,
They try to sing an effective song
In a choked voice,
To win over your attraction.
Your tremble & nimble eye's
Artfully neglects this prologues.
You trained by nature,
Well-known to their customs.
You keep intact your solemnity.
Some of them blown out & gone,
Some of them wrathfully gone.
I, whom you guess a bungler,
That in-expert, clumsy boy astonished you.
Is now your room for an 'idol'.
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