Of Your Beauty I Shall Not Sing. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Of your beauty I shall not sing
No shine shinier than origin.
Days and nights of obssessed sin
Kisses so light excite the skin
And eyes sleepy slowly dive in
Reaching the knowledge within.

Of your beauty I shall not sing.
No shine shinier than origin.
Pale is the sight of holy joy
On the face of a dummy toy.
Much effort is unduly done
That lets true joy thus be gone.

Of your beauty I shall not sing
No shine shinier than origin.
Apely grimaces or sharp menaces
Lead the least to full felicities.
Ring the bell or seal the knell
No soul shall play core and shell.

Of your beauty I shall not sing.
No shine shinier than origin.
Keep steady and get ready
The road's full of hungry toads
Silence the way and hold sway
The shore's near and the land's clear.
Of your beauty I shall not sing
No shine shinier than origin.