A Woman Poem by Nero CaroZiv

My love, I often do marvel how God could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in such one beautiful face:
In you I find thought and I lose thought, how paleness dwells with bloom
And vivid bustle with morning sluggishness, only imagine the pleasure and gloom.

When I contemplate your weakness or strength both marvelous and plain
Such strength in beauty as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that is soft to disease,
Would be rational calm peace, I seek the philosopher's ease.

Your sometimes cold indifference, alike when you fail or succeed,
And attention demands full ten times as much as one may need
When pride wrapped in acidic envy, there is no much of joy;
I seek mildness, and my spirit is collapsed in mood so coy.


You are too free, and your prejudice pride and slaying stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that I am there,
There is such virtue and just, the title you surely may claim,
And yet heaven knows what to be worthy the name.


This picture from our own reality may seem to pass and depart,
I know that any man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for as long as time rolls would crave and strive to be
In such oddly manner a happy creature as he


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