"A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
But every once in a while,
there creeps a thought so wild
into my heart,
what if beauty is not, a reason for joy but
the consequence of it.
Something becomes beautiful, when you
smile at it, when it fills your heart and lives in it.
The tear that accompanies the leaf that falls, is not it the saddest of all?
But beauty is sadness too, my love,
for a thing is beautiful if it makes you feel.
It is not your gleaming eyes,
neither the gentle way you walk.
It is my love, how you make me feel,
Happy, sad and everything,
that makes you the prettiest of all,
for now and for eternities.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem