Pseudo Hate

Don't oppress yourself to impress all men, why depress yourself, dying in life's den. Only cocks should crow, dear mother-hen; express with your eggs, shun ink-less pen. Luminous are thy lips, colour-laden, they glow but within lies the burden; sunlight lavishes your lawn, miss Garden why can't your dusky wrinkles be hidden? Tell the noon that twilight awaits, and fragrance may flare in the air of fate; tame your bloom when comes a bait, love looms when desire snugs pseudo-hate.