You are quite the magnificent illness
Swollen with love and sorrow in my heart
Smiling at the day's stark, steady, stillness
Beautifully torn apart at your start
Outside the moments in my dreams
Have I seen your aureate eyes
Blesst to stare deep into their seems
Whispering back your silent replies
How much glass was used to make your hair?
Raven black and vivid to their roots
Quite the lovely little siren's snare
For those who choose to go those routes
But Beauty is no tome read worthwhile
Until I feel treasured in your smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Smoothly written; I like your way with rhymes, and how you're lines combine. Another point that caught my attention, the title; Love and Sorrow, it somehow reminded of John Keats's Song of Opposites, as he starts it by saying: Welcome Joy and welcome Sorrow. Anyways...irrelevant. Point is, an amazing poem, keep writing! Don't let it die out