Paragon - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
May verse draw down eternal life from one
alone who, peerless, shall outshine all stars
unequalled, sequel Helen's envy bars,
denies chance glance might light on other sun!
Eternity's a tithe of distance run,
memories may fade in bottled jars
awaiting magic genie, Phoenix chars
undone, can't rise above perfection none
deem on a par with stunning image spun
enchantingly from threads Time can't cut or scar.
Marvell marvelled yet would count each hour,
as mortal mortgage, soon to be undone,
unknown to him, to poets through all time,
delight divine, one paragon I'd rhyme.
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