A Poet Perturbed...

Love and Nature both Tantalized me 'n told: Write on us straight forth Songs that are sweet and soft Each claiming more Deep dear to my thoughts Perturbed I wrote A poem praising love Reading that, Love said My charm here I lost! Discarding this write I drew a poem portrait Glanced and Nature said, This one no way great! Then I composed one With a message therein Both came in and said no No good this to sing! Making my pen freeze And saying no forgive, Deserting me both leave I lose my accomplice Reading my poem, this, Someone console me, please! 25 04 08