Wednesday, December 17, 2014
I See That Love
I see that loving you brings changes to my youth,
The fires of interior virtues burden our medallions.
Blind-following rips the heart apart, like loathing the doing,
Oh, where is the deed to be done?
I saw that praise ought to be mobile like chariots,
Stealing my magic loved the full panoramic view;
Then because you stationed the blessing,
I did not blow a cushion in your swing.
In this part of the house, a room badged itself,
Windows after windows illuminated the one who
Bore longevity, the one who wore true happiness
And calmness, fulfilling the gates of this ride.
Topic(s) of this poem: love