I have been mindlessly unfair withholding my fair thoughts;
That you deserve the best of gift found between skies and Earth.
Such worth if to be weighed in the finest of men, I fell short.
You alone and your glorious possessions I have exploited in my writs
Making verses and proses that wet both robes and rags.
Such arts truly reserved for the wittiest of minds and hands.
But if the world could see the wretch I equal without a muse as you!
Yet, I have been parsimonious to give out the veiled opulence of you
Rather, painted beauties o'er beauty in layers to appease vogue;
Qualities already known to the world and beyond and only exalt me.
Do I not owe it to the world beyond fairness to expose in my writs,
The unseen and shielded parts of your glories that exceed perfection
Or would it not be unfair if the world shall but your beauty remembered,
When long you had passed on to reign as a true queen of heart-,
When needy souls have felt the weight of your infinite desire for rights?
Your out-of-this-world beauty has unfairly shadowed in thick
The abundance of gifts your generous heart expels and tenders quietly
But I'm graced to have been born and existing in the same generation as yours
But even o'er blessed to have shared the best of your gifts and carnal pleasures
Heaven truly knows there're no words a pen could write to match your worth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fair thoughts should flow out with the muse of the truth. Nice work.
I'm humbled to be read by one the greatest pen artist in Poem hunter. Thanks Mr Kofi