Thou immured me in the mirrors
Of thy soul admitting all the errors,
All the unforgettable transgressions
And all the fiendish agressions
I had shown to thy heart.
O, Teach me, my beloved!
With the beat of thy heart's love:
A Lesson, to do a good deed
For shall I fly again like a dove
To carry thee on my wings
With a love-song in our tongues;
Above the hill, the meadow and the sea.
Beloved! thou art always beloved to me.
This is a pure masterpiece Vipins very well structured and cleverly written. There's so much hidden beauty here as well. Definitely having this in my favourites.
This is a beautiful poem with deep emotions within it. I quite adore the way you used Old English. Liked the style too, very Shakespearish.
what a beautiful poem! i do hope you continue writing more for me and everyone else to read!
It will always be a beautiful poem, enjoyed after few years not in touch with your work_Soul
It seems I'm back to the romantic period of English literature.Lovely, Vipins.Great!
Hmm...very deep...heart wrung poem...with blend of Thou...thanks for sharing ~ niv...tenner PS Please mine Omni Pervading Mother and comment n
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I would like to translate this poem
no words sir, hats off to u, , , , , really wonderfull