No one is nor art thou without some flaws,
But each thine flaw, dear, endearingly irks,
It strange seems; I dare say without a pause,
I'm yet to see two old friends with no quirks.
A mortal man faultless still? Holy bull! ,
A perfect mind and heart in perfect flesh,
Ideal like a statue icily dull,
Lifeless perfection seems a virtual trash.
If a thing of art has to be alive,
Forget the fault of faultless offering,
If there's no crack nor yet an opening,
Whence ye think a ray of light would arrive?
I love you dear as ye ever have been,
To think of perfect you, to me is mean.
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Sonnets | 07.08.18 |
Yes, love is love if it is despite the flaws of the loved one, not because of some good qualities. Thank you Mahtab.
Humor expressed in this poem expresses perfection of the poet. This is difficult to tell a mortal man as faultless but we can tell that one should try to gain righteousness. Love should be maintained in life. An amazing poem is beautifully penned.10
Thank you Kumarmani Mahakul, you are kind, generous, and as always wise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If a thing of art has to be alive, Forget the fault of faultless offering.....pragmatic expression! A poem of great value and substance.......10
Thank you Dr Swain, as always you are spot on. You have picked up the best of lines in the poem.