king Cophetua and Beggar Maid is inspired of the painting of Sir Edward Burne-Jones (1884 , England ) the painting run about an old legend of king that found that his love for Beggar Maid was greater than anything his possess : wealth and power . In that painting of Burne-Jones , the king Cophetua was moon stroke of the beauty of a Beggar Maid ,instead of her naked appearance in regard to this earthing consideration  , though he was allured by her state and deemed the Beggar Maid  would trade her natural beauty upon worldly elevation .But anemones was thrown about around the Beggar Maid standing . Anemone is the sign of refused love , to the king most astonishment and great deceit .Here lain the elevation of love above all thing consideration ; wealth , power and others .the painting also ran another significant meaning to Sir Edward Burne-Jones : its an undercurrent self resentments about chaos upon Frances Graham , a lady he was so devoted that got married one year earlier the painting .


What beauty , did behold a lady .
for what a fame completely shadowy.
lo, in dim recess of England a lady did dwell .
from head to toe a feature exquisitely so well .
her face is the panorama of crimson hue .
with dimple and frown so divinely imbue .
she is effigy of the culmination of word beauty .
peeping her through day long ; you will never feel thirsty.
all her face is settled in heavenly attire of smile .
for her possession of beauty is unique worldly simile .
her body had the mark of excellent work of art .
no nymph , no fairy could possess her frame impart .
princess of heaven ,celestial beauty of holy attire .
for your rendition of beauty a painter worship at your retire .
a smile ; radiant and blatant a devotion of all thing heavenly .
a couple of lips very in regular design , most delicate  work of father holy.
the short up turn of the upper golden lip in rosy glow .
with lower lip so justly fitted as lid and bowl .
nay it deemed the most work of legendary painter hand .
but now what a glorious gait of cadence did withstand .
where in remotest antique could we withheld such beauty ?
from head to toe all the feature luridly in unity .
little upwards the average height with magnificent bearing .
her arms and legs proportionally fitted in good caring .
the neck is culmination of adjusted rings darting as snake .
when she depart all her part spring like a dance at music .
slim and fitted with fitting body as a young mutated snake .
but i warrant all thing upon her hip jingling spring like .
her look naked you and everything with impure world .
well begrounded as reflex through giant mirror .
meeting with her personality is a kind of celestial discovery.
like discovery of a gold pit or gas gush in desert of misery .
she betoken of kind of aura that prevails peace .
but Beggar she was at her secluded place .
with a smile she attracts but beg worldly sympathy .
not a corrupted heart or soul she believe in the holy trinity .
what a beauty to wasted but in shameful mendicancy .
the sagacious spirited dimly alluded with grin .
for all the hole tandem dwelt but in rich lustrine .
the quantity is the mother of all pain and sin .
but chastity is holy devotion all in pure spiriting .
oh, what good for us if we just live in nothing but lust .
money, fame and other elevations are vile and endless lost .
pure beauty you behold with pure noble spirit .
rich or poor do only one thing :run away from ignominy .
the Beggar Maid was sitting upon her recess and shadowy .
lo, trodden king Cophetua back of horse of finely white garb .
and riding sat majestically ***** like state pole in richly parade.
perfume and the richness of articulation stole through and filled the momentum .
with guards and valet finely polite and alerted at the extremum .
what a cadence ! what a sight ! as heaven trotting herd .
but lulled in mostly attire and paraded mostly in gold .
with a look the purest radiant and the noblest ever been .
nothing but a grandeur and riches were what to be seen .
settled on horse so holy that was moved as not touching the soil .
king Cophetua trotted and commanded but with moderate majestic control .
beheld with the Beggar Maid that beauty was a heavenly allure .
halt he made and laid his feet on ground with real frantic gesture .
in obsequious and excess real gesture drove to his knees .
and held altogether ***** airy and up tall .
upon the King procession on his knees the Maid took on in respect.
with stature all slanted flat across the ground all beaming in light .
what grandeur or glory fitted before the Maid most alluring ?
nay,fame ,riches ,noble , power ,cunning nor learning .
all but are subjected and tamed ,transformed into nothing.
king Cophetua is a glory ,but pure beauty is holy not a thing stand pure beauty.
for the worship of our splendor is the betoken kind spiritually .
the Beggar Maid is a right down deprived and seemed a cursed sin .
but pure beauty beholds with pure resplendent holy garden .
what life led you through ?behold there is no wealth down here more your soul .
and you are diving in filthy abode and lamenting your spirit in foul .
nay, beauty keep out of lust and covetousness and preserve your spirit .
cause none ,but only you will stand when is the last verdict .

the maid garbed in silken attire float so soft and dainty .
king Cophetua in his mighty clad covered with gold is holy .
i seen you are a beauty , entreated he in lowest musical resonant voice .
and i deemed make you you the praise of my ever unique choice .
yet before God and before mortal i would worship you as holy throne .
the Maid as voice as lute and lyre sang but in sweet musical tune .
my King im as much obliged though unworthy servant of your kingdom .
all the honor is for me ,and upon my foil state is for me a bloom .
my honor is regardless said he ,i fain treat you as an equal .
now deign tell me what can i do to you cause i feel towards you loyal .
glory be to Lord !for you philanthropic reverence my Lord .
for i need nothing more but, 'give me today my daily bread '.
appalled but aghast upon the Maid humble and unequivocal demand .
he stretched ***** in mournful and sad air of command .
and took quite survey of the Maid that is nothing but pretty creature .
for his wildness dreams he never seen such purity upon his pasture .
yet abashed with the Maid demand ,a lesson of life of great enormity .
something somehow weird and unusual stroke him about the Maid personality.
but he restated once more i feel hearty and  kind towards you then .
you might tell me that you need in life now and then .
and sat ***** fancying himself of new pleasant answer .
oh King retorted the latter i had formulated my need .
for faith under and heaven above i have no greed .
nettled he settled his curled hair back thrown .
and so should it be as you but did deem .
and nothing but here receive a dime .

IN DREAM I LAY .

I just wish to heaven to grant me one dream .
even though all about me is but lean .
i want to be with you when all thing past away .
dream for you as much as my heart sway .
tangled in disaster but hobbled with one harkening .
live your dream even my procession seems no meaning .
dream of kings upon heaven of glorious story .
but i have no courage , i have no power ,hope you be laudatory.
dreams ,so many swept and washed over my face with a mark.
the bloom and gloom , and all but with you i wish one remark.
i hope you be the witness of my bleeding heart that will see sun ,
through your smile .
maybe you cant be mine ,grandeur aloft when my throne is vile
but if you once dreamed of love , im beggar fighting against the
the door of nightmare .
it means nothing when i pain , when i bleed but all bad i mar .
im beggar at your door but for Sapphira or gold i refrain .
only , with the dream of your heart i do sustain.
i just wish to be in your arms when all thing past in dream .
slumber with you though we are hasten with disaster and lame
even if your tongue is the most venomous kiss .
let me sip it till and lay in forever dream abyss .
i know kings , servants , fame , savants , beggars thither reside.
but i fain be there , cause in love i perish and in its dream i ride .
oh what a dream to feel love with you .
and praise to lay in forever dream in your arms to see anew .

Aw aw aw LIZZY .
my splendid only juicy .
what last of memory .
am i to place upon  you ,jolly  .
for words steal as season .
and our oath is but fake reason .
i hope with you the world know the truth .
cause i behold you with worship all through .
and my heart feels it holy .
to give you my sweetest story .
you are fire within me for more .
but tempest toll and a word is business with a Moor .
yet there is something i would like then you behold for proof .
come and lay down upon my bed of flower .
cause the blood stain is redeemed any ever .
behold ,your life needs but my soul .
for word is magic and can fool .
but the blood is real and it holds responsible .
come the blood stain is more reliable .
beauty fades away as color wore out of red .
come and lay upon my flowery bed .
and let us have the covenant of blood .
the blood stain bed will unit us and the covenant .
its the Lord last supper  , the blood is most confident .
the Holy Grail as much as the Ichor of our soul unity .
without the covenant the soul is but a vile entity .
word is spirit and the blood is soul .
the spirit is dominant in beyond abstract vale .
the soul is the physical living of our real existence .
and a lonely man or woman is a half spirit .
see we should make our life one and become full .
so come and sit upon my flowery bed .
and let us have the soul to its full and lead .
upon the bed we will sip the HOLY Grail .
the holy Ichor will strain from me and trail .
into you upon the flowery bed for covenant .
the Lord made the sacrifice across the pole with blood .
but before he beholds covenant with the twelves with his soul .
is the ever binding oath for our physical living .
for the words of his poetry entreaties with spirit .
know today that you impart with my word for spirit .
but if you will ; to partake with my earth living .
you should sip me into you so that we may be one .
come and lay naked upon my flowery bed with your heart alighted .
and i will penetrate into you with tenderness in the night .
come at midnight and close  windows  and doors .
put off the light and lay down flat and open me your door .
hold up your limbs and close tight your eyes .
cause im going to sacrifice into you at midnight .
no murmur ,no romance ,just lay stiff flat and up your limbs .
open the door of your altar lightly cause the blood ,
of sacrifice is going to gush into your hollow , pure .
the Lord needs sacrifice and woman needs sacrifice of blood .
let me sacrifice to you into that night ; at naked allure .
into that altar between  your limbs , im going to seal the covenant.
never stir , never moan cause  its the blood oath of our life .
and our living will stick to it for the remnant of our right .

Love i wish i can see  you .
love my only one love .
if i can see you .
as you leave .
your spirit is whirling .
through trees and leaves .
your soul is fluttering ,
about river and sea surface .
l know it ,when i open the door in morning .
the light blow that sweeps my feature .
and runs through my mind and heart .
is the dulcet melody of your greeting voice .
that wind 's  sweep about tree and undergrowth .
is the murmur of your parole to me .
you meant  you missed me  .
i so missed you and dearly .
as you gone your place is left empty .
upon my heart and is deepening sore .
but for our meeting that cant be encore .
i think i should tend my ear and hear .
your murmur through the grass at my front or rear .
i can hear you washing ashore and rush in a sorrow .
for the sea that hold your soul prisoner .
and the wind that pent your spirit forever .
i cant anything against them but only weep .
i can only  weep - weep a blood .
where are you now ,oh my memory for you .
till i touch my sepulcher - my heart will always bleed .
for your dulcet voice that sings through tree .
and your soul swimming about deep abyss .
l understand ,yes i understand ; you no more .
deep in the night when the sea moans .
and the sweeping breeze when i open my window in the morning .
remember me your hoof thud .
about the the carpet ,in  the living  room  all through .
the light blowing upon my face .
you want to talk to me , l know .
through the tree and along the river surface .
are the sign of your living .
i know that you still be here but afar .
i know that you never gone .
l know that the dead still living .
the dead are not dead .
their soul is inside the water that flows .
their soul is inside the sea that washes ashore and moans .
their spirit is in the stealing wind that swishes along sorrowfully .
in tree and bushes .
love i wish i can see you .
love my only beloved one .
but the breeze swishes about so sweet .
and o believe you say you are near .

Oh pit of love !
pit of love never dries up .
oh pit of love -LIZZY , im pit of love.
pit of love never dries up .
LIZZY thee are my heart .
LIZZY, thee are my strength .
LIZZY ,thee are my everything .
pit of love never dries up .
LIZZY , im pit of love sets .
beside a mighty stream .
and my water is ever clear and pure .
my care is like blue grass tree .
that deeps its root into mighty stream .
my care is always tender .
im pit of love LIZZY .
pit of love never dries up .
oh my jolly Swallow, LIZZY .
my dulcet princess ,LIZZY .
my lily rose ,LIZZY .
without thee there is no life for me .
and my love for thee is firmament of glory .
but if its a hell .
i just wish you know that i love you dearly .
for how long my heart can stand ?
oh pit of love .
pit of love never dries up !!!

Its  friday , just two or three hours ,
before sun down about my harbor .
just that very moment of the hour .
and breeze whirls so sweet .
from the trees and all but through the street.
and the breeze whirling light chilled .
so i remember with my dear cherished .
l feel my heart empty and vile .
so i need my sweetheart smile .
its friday just about two or three  hours .
before dusk envelops my lonely domain
and a fresh breeze steals through the plain
then moistens my bones slightly to marrow .
and my heart feels lonesome and narrow .
so i need the sweet eyes of my gazelle .
just that hour i want unit with my bell .
friday just about two or three hours .
before the penumbra shades the light .
its just then the splendid hour .
to have your beloved girl at sight .
friday just two or three hours .
before sun down on my harbor .
its the real moment of grandeur .
to share nothing but love with tenderness .
very moment to lay in each other arm and caress .
but if heaven permits we will meet again.
with love under drought or under rain .

Tree ,oh heavenly shade .
what a peace i delight within thy shadow.
when my heart runs heavy with hollow .
when i dread in pain and feel sad .
under thee with thy boughs and branches .
you console me in peace and great is my reaches .
upon thy up turn root i set down and dream .
and for real all my world now seems .
tree what a beauty concealed in mighty .
tree what flowered fragrance and pretty .
rises mighty from and up over the ground .
you look  heavenly decorum and ever so grand .
useful tree and serviceable natural gift .
house of holly and living worship of angel .
what a murmur of thee when i deem thee clam.
the praise of thy boughs are great charm .
where will i escape from the hellish agony .
if not a drip from thy refreshing and wholly .
with thee stand my shelter and i sink myself in peace.
what a strength from a tiny seed at its self ease .
tree is always nothing but  three .
under thee is held much parleys .
mingled with mighty chorus duly .
of splendid birds in crimson hue at peace .
tree, great purveyor of the hole universe .
endless deemed praise of grace .
tree is always nothing but three.
peace maker of all broken sweet siree.
under thee they stand two sweet hearts .
in pain and all but also in waist .
the lyrics deem hard and also practically unheeded.
they struggle for love , they lured for lead .
the love reel and nothing but discord stands .
sudden collapse in lament but consequent wreck.
the love recital seems an old rotten chorus of trumpet.
therein thy breeze whirls but in sweet pace a bet .
never an end_ never an end _ at least not under my care .
you reach forth then thy cheerful fragrance ajar .
you out fine decorum of thy rich stature .
and set forward then a song in winning pleading allure .
through the young man and lady 's heart it settle in and dwell .
both their orbs shine in communal understanding so well .
their faces lighten ,their cheek flush , their heart call .
in unison for life and forever love in peace they fall .
a hug as tight and a kiss as tender as ever feels .
and from above thy boughs rain down is sweet withered .
washed them across and drop down as married flowered.