Days are consumed with passionate fever
Pursuing a dark, beautiful woman
With tantalizing storm-concealing eyes
And a proud face
Undaunted by youthful suffering.
Following the sway of her dress
Through crowded streets,
The mind is dizzy with desire
And the heart is filled
With desperate sighs.
The appearance of some women
From a far-off distance
Can reduce a man to tears
As he pleads to unknown deities
To be beside this mesmerizing, feminine essence.
There is obsession
Frighteningly all-pervasive
And eroding the last visages of sanity:
Under these circumstances,
After just meeting a woman,
A man might marry and murder her
Within a week.
The mere beauty such sight be told the pleasure in his eyes would hold no harbor for such a thought well done.Thank you.
Another beautiful write Uriah.. Fantastic poetry..10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice write...the ending had me scratching my head though...lol..wondering if a beautiful woman gives more trouble...huh?