To: J.T
From: Unknown
26 Jan 13XX
Sestet 1:
Opus! Oh Fall!
Thou art a passionata!
Upon the bece,
as thou man's gratitude ,
Thy winter fall so keen,
Thy grasses O' green.
Sestet 2:
The trees dancing in the breeze,
outdid the wilting waves in Greece.
Yet, could thou vanquish my gay and mirth,
flies o'er my coat in lies my weary heart.
Merry quite thou as in mōnath of spring,
Thou art blooming flowers of fruit.
Sestet 3:
O' thy passionata!
as summer's warmth in winter,
a gleam for the eye indeed!
as though showering in rains of spring!
Art thou a fervent nurture,
of confing odour in O' god's order.
Sestet 4:
O' quite thy!
I feel nature's dye.
thy sand o'er thy bitter sky,
as water O' thy gravity!
A tempetation urgeful,
to stare and gleam the mirth of joy.
Sestet 5:
How sweet and lovely,
like a fragrant rose,
A passionata in front thy eyes,
Art thou mirth and prosperity to thy soul'
O' I owe wounding thy woe,
gisl no man know?
Sestet 6 :
O' thy grace!,
upon god's chamber to peace,
a far passionata indeed.
Oh Opus! Oh Opus!
Thou feel urge to rise o' rise!
and no despise!
Sestet 7:
Oh Gracious by God!
The luminous light of all!
shining as thou upon the sky,
as stars at dusk past thy dawn!
I take all heed! with no tend to bleed O' passionata!
Thy O' mercy by grace!
Sestet 8:
Lift down, "beauty's veil' thy so beau as a wiltigata!
Oh Opus! Art thou wrong!
A Passsionata! We hope,
and Arthur we defeat!
by beauty's grace and the bece's dance!
Thy O' birds, souflae as tress! Oh gay!
Sestet 9:
What was thou thy art!
a "bright radiance or a sight?"
Thy glory is right!
Emphathy or sympathy?
The Passionata is the glee,
as sooting splendour in winter.
Sestet 10:
While upon the yield of O' thy passionata!
there exhisits blameless sports!
Fair as life, like sea swindling at night,
O' Thy the gentle breeze,
felt upon me as in ease and made thy freeze!
Nature is its beauty upon it's crust.
Sincere
Unknown
26 Jan 13XX
