*THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 8*
. . . . *EMERALD: . .
THE BEAUTY OF LOVE*
The love of Emerald, Emerald of love.
The portraiture unfold
Shaping green to gold
The story untold.
Emerald natural birthstone of fortunate
Giving its lovers an ornate
Guider of affection in dark night
Renewal of love in sunlight.
The precious stone
That symbolizes love
Sometimes attached to the crown
On the forehead
And sometimes ringed round the finger
It is to add beauty and to show love
On the very *patio of your soul*,this fire shall burn
For another *feast of warm hugs and pats* might come not
And this loomy fire might lose its smiles but unleash peril
If this *emerald* but camp the roof of thy heart
Not even the strength of a *pogrom* could fall it
For this emerald got me the soul of *Aku*
Your name is shout in all globe EMERALD.
Even in our nomenclatures is EMERALD.
To bewitch a wench, give her EMERALD,
a stone of life and love patrol
where shattered love is made whole with a milky breast, drinking hope
Emerald the epitome of beauty in a daughter
Emerald was the love of a mother
Blossom of green stone in Jupiter
Falling down like snow emerald
This is a real scent of emerald of green stone.
Emerald of a bleeding pen
Keep running through my vein
Emerald of *ASAKE* enchanting beauty entertain
the *PRINCE* with soft lovely heart
Emerald of beauty love
Keep the moon lovers smiling above
Some princes are emeralds
Also, some queens are emeralds
Some places too are emeralds
Because they are what we love
And what we want to see
Emerald! It is your beauty,
That makes lovers steal your name
Epitome of beauty that overcast paradise,
changing beast to the edge of paradise
glowing at every side .
cheerful comeliness in its gallery
love fun is its repository
we are glad to pen down in its territory
We stand together for its kiss
This is real Emerald, not a tease.
Even *Zahra’s* heart melted for an emerald
Ye emerald ! The spice of prickling hood
For this feast,I shall summon my armor to cavalry
And if *Guinevere* hiss at these freshly plucked *pinnacles*
Not even the charm of *Arthur* could hold her
From rinsing hands in the *warm spring of this emerald*
Daffodils and Rose, a comely condiments.
But Emerald, you suit all moments. A cliff and apex of ardour crescent where love is tailored and refined.
In the house of Dolours and lime.
A nebulous love is made fine,
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