You can't be in Love whom you do not Know
As to Lock a Heart which you do not Own
So these Sages tell to such Mind would blow
Then **** the Spirit his Labours reknown
Yet as Souls oft do these Teachings re-think
And bask the Summer of these Elder Days
What's Taught be Sought; Then stone June Harvest's sink,
Permit everyone's Telly to do the same
So be it. Fine. Let those Vagabonds speak
Thinking all too well their Cosmos composed
Be Wired to their Fines; Then proves them Weak
Do with all their Noses bleed then disposed.
And now the Smile - when Lady Charmer breeds
Gasps with all her Gust; Then sprinkles her Seeds.