A poet

And she shall cry,
As hard as she might,
For her enemy that she now frights,
Although she cry and somber at a dim room,
Crying out the sadness through her veins,
As loud as she can and wet her face,
But no one can ever hear her pain.

As one shall sit and suffers pours her heart,
But then shall another to oblige for soften her pain,
And the `one` of all causes of `it`
Shall regret the actions which cant her tolerate

With drop of regret and tears,
She shall make,
As one flower shades its
Darling bud of mays,
Sobbing everything that she have regret,
Even one happiness will neglect,
Paying thy sin my heart will content,
Grab my forgiveness is not ease,
But hard to get.

Gift of goddess is truly perfect,
Appreciate it and you`ll get more back
Decline and neglect
shall you`ll never again get,
As my love to I shall never forget

( A fren of her)