The apples of your eyes,
Store! !
Like the shore;
Core,
With your lovely face.
The entery of the city of love,
At the entrance of your lovely doors;
To speak excellent things with you,
Right things!
With the muse of the truth.
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The entery of the city of love, At the entrance of your lovely doors; To speak excellent things with you, Right things! With the muse of the truth... nicely painted. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks.