Carpe diem

,If you and I love together

,And you and I be one in our loves

,Nobody could not loosen our loves

.None can die

,We loved together

.We want to reach to each other

,But we must know about this truth

,That love grow in folly

.And corrupt in reason

,I don't know

?What did you and I, before we loved

,With dream of you

.I did see beauty, I desired and got

,You left me

.And now I want to sleep like Seven sleepers

.It is differ between kissing and bussing

.Kissing is real and bussing is false

.We kiss our wives

.We buss a woman that is sexually improper

,Death is proud

,Because more people think

,Death is mighty and dreadful

.Though it is not so

,Death make us sleep

,One short sleep past, we wake eternally

.And death shall be no more; Death , you will die

,Sometimes you could see

,A flower of light

,A Lily of a day

;Although it fall and die that night

;In small proportions we just beauties see

.And in short measures, life may perfect be

.My love is a rose

,Rose says about love and passion

,Red rose says about passion

,White rose says about love

.My rose is a White rose

,That age is best which is the first

;When youth and blood are warmer

,But being spent, the worse and worst

.Times still succeed the former

,Now I am a lake, a woman bends over me

.Searching my reaches for what she really is

.I see her back, and reflect it faithfully

.I am important to her. She comes and goes

.Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish 

                          ,when my love swears that she is made of truth

.I do believe her, though I know she lies

,Therefore I lie with her and she with me

.and in our faults by lies we flattered be