Comments about Dijon Noble
Birth And Renewal
The womb that brought her forth gave birth to my attachment to her,
A cold night may give birth to a warm day,
But brighter and more rarely seen is a woman of virtue relieved of unclean ways.
In my path many flowers I have picked, inhaled of their various scents and have since considered insufficient.
Worthless is the soil of unfertile ground, but the raised land is beloved by me accentuating the Sun's rays as it wanes in its round.