Classic Poem

Gentle beauty, meurdriere of my life,
In place of a heart you wear a rock.
You make me live and languish desecher,
A passionate love envy.
The young blood to love invites you,
Has little pull toy coldness,
Fierce, proud, and have nothing more expensive
That cold languish, and Estre item served.
Learning to live, O proud cruelty.
Pluto does point guard thy beauty,
Somewhat comfortable magnet must be taken.
Must gently deceive the decease;
As well as underground over there
Without feeling, the body is nothing more than ash.

Stanzas

When the temple we will
Kneel, we will
The devotees by way
Those to praise God
Lowly bend instead
The most secret of the Church.
At the bed but when we are
Interlacing, we will
Lustful guises as
Amans of which freely
Practice folastrement
In sheets hundred sweets.
Donque wherefore, when I want
Or bite your beautiful hair
Or kiss your beloved mouth,
Or touch your beautiful breast
Contrefais you the nun
Enclosed in a cloister?
Who do you keep your eyes
And thy bosom delicious,
Your forehead, your twin lip?
In you want to fuck Pluto
There, after Charon
You will put in her car?
After your last decease,
Hail, thou shalt have over there
A bouchette blesmie;
And when you died I verrois
The Shadows I avou'rois
That once you were my friend.
Your test will have more skin,
Ny your face so beautiful
Will ny veins arteries:
You will not have teeth
As viewed in
The testes of cimeteres.
Donque while you live,
Change, Mistress, opinions,
And espargne me your mouth.
Incontinent you die
When you will repent
To have beene me wild.
Ah, I die! ah, fuck Avg!
Oh, Mistress, approach toy!
You flee like a fan trembling.
The-less suffering than my hand
Esbate is a bit in your womb,
Or lower, if you see fit.