So beautifully cruel
A beacon without light
So perfect that it hurts
It could illume my entire world
To know the rose in your heart
And desire it more than life
A thousand days in the dark
Wouldn't begin to describe
What a torture it is to see
The violet, high on its thorny peak
So unreachable to me
A sea of hope draining from my heart's leak
For the most precious of all jewel
My heart is begging for illusion
The dark violet rose
So beautifully cruel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine start from a flower. Thanks
Whenever I had this feeling of not being able to reach something wonderful that`s right here, almost touchable, I pictured a rose of such color. The rose`s thorns would be the pain in knowing something so wonderful, but that`s not meant to be yours, unreachable. Figured it would make for a good metaphor in the poem. I`m glad you liked it.