You youth all that world successful be
In love, remember to be free
That in giving you may prevail
The gifts of the maid and
Body of the troubadour
Bohemian, biological and natural
Do not deny the ancient instincts
The greatest passion
For which your life was made
For time’s passion in you
Will fail, decline, fancy off
To water the flock of your kind
In pleasure let us be free
Whilst some banish cupid
In a kind of cautious fear
While beauty fades
And the taste of life’s tree
For spring blooms but
A couple of sweetest months
And buds flower only
To pursue their brief delight
Embroidered in the Earth’s smiles
Take heart, and blush not
Let’s search for joys unknown.
Wuji Seshat 
Words really are beautiful when combined correctly. Well done.