O How the Life Enriched

How rich!
The sacred life foresees.
On the idle land of glory steep,
Where love and strife engaged for thee,

Sweet or bitter,
Still, life they will perpetually name
Though patience float as cloud,
We will speak the same merry,
Whilst night whispers dreary.

fear shall weep your heart!
For life is such a blink,
And taste it proud we must
For soon the night might come in lust.

Don’t sleep my friend, don’t sleep!
or much yu will missed
then none you wished but chime
since you utter none but mime

O how the life enriched!
shiny jovial nonchalance,
Enchanting sweet Chanteuse,
and witings frank and vile
on the idle land of life

no blink, no sleep nor weep,
because night is such a creep.
prepare your hands with might
And thus my friend, no dine you shall missed.

The Woman

The woman,
A woman in her youth,
She’s standing on the earth I stood
in prime now she stares at the blue jovial sky.
Her hair was caressed by the breeze of morning grace,
 waving in a pattern of a meadow in a spring.
I’d like to say hello…

The woman,
 a woman that I stare
She made her tiny pretty lips dancing
with a whisper of the morning bird that hauntingly pretty.
She made my heart pounding like a drums parade,
pounding all around the town. She’s fine!
I’d like to say hello…

The woman,
A woman that I stare,
Her bright glittery eyes facing toward my eyes, mildly seek my soul,
Only I know how, a way that can’t be sang. She’s fine.
And then I say hello…