Inamorata

Ergo, if you can then stop to throw your tears;

Your juggles it is clearly but my lute as hearty cut.

Nay, can't you enter in my house?

Don't you know how to open oldy door?

Don't make me laugh I'm not your bargain.

Love doesn't have one more amour;

Sib sklents yourself since childhood;

I replaced fib with a tropical typhoon.

My blue-eyed yoke and laugh-lipped lily peri,

Your allure in beauteousness's immaculacy,

But thine probity twice came under dismal rain.

Why you didn't swallow lunik?

For what you spat out violy dye?

How you didn't pick up rose?

Did you see tads in the pictures?

Are there any blurs and blots?

As if by magic yonder bathers.