Miss Poetry,
So old and yet so young!
Not temporary idolatry,
For those who have
Your marvels sung.
Eternal fountain of youth,
Of Beauty, Love and Truth
Whose endless glory
And unfinished story,
Is not yet done,
As you, Miss Poetry
Lovingly, rival,
The morning Sun.
Poetry carries beauty and truth. This is just like morning sun. Poetry is young, old and truth of our thought. This poem is stunning and very well written...10
Mistress poetry has all poets in here sway. Beautifully written.++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sandra, such a heartwarming poem👍👍👍