Your beauty lies in your work
Time has no power to lurk
Although he cuts down the body
But can't spoil your sweet melody
Which flow like a boat in the sea
Faces many storms with glee
Spreading the odour of your word
Creating a sweet bower in life board
He is nothing but a poor fellow
Your ways are difficult,he can't follow
Has he power to erase what you draw?
Neither he nor anyone can destroy your law
I know there is not a soul in the world
Who can measure your beauty in word
Dear Suzan Moore,go along with your beauty
Which can alone make pure this infinity
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