Ode To S… Poem by MBJ Pancras

Thou art a blossom of love brimmed with fragrance,
Thy visage, so graceful and tender, touched my heart,
Each of thy smiles caresses my heart of love gently
Like that of zephyr sailing across the horizons.
My heart caressed of thy invisible breath of love
Hath fallen into the chasm of longing and pining.
Thou, the angel of tender, make me cry within,
Yea, my heart sobs by thy laden love upon me.
Thou hast reminded me of Keats’ La Belle Dame Sans Merci’,
The mercy of Nature enveloped in emotions and feelings.

Thou hast the love veiled in reality, I believe so deep,
Thou make my heart weep and I know thou art in my tears.
My love hath been saturated in thy smiles of love,
Know ye not my heart pines for thy presence timelessly?
What hath made me love thee in my grey hairs?
Thou hast plucked my thoughts to crown around thee.
Do you know my heart traverses thro’ thy heart in depth?
My heart doth brim with hails of thoughts struck to utter.
O, The Nightingale of Keats’ world thou art! Sing into my heart,
And I would let my heart repose in tranquillity of thy reminiscence.

Thou the Seventh Wonder that struck my inward eye in depth,
I would paint the Seventh Wonder with my magic poetry,
Let me caress thee with my odes and lyrical melodies,
And my sonnets would adorn thee with Hellenic beauty,
I would inscribe an epic on thee for thou hast stolen my heart.
Thou art ever reminisced in me with my magic poetry,
Each of the phrases in my poetry hath life to breathe,
And it’s but the breath of thy heart sounding in silent thunder.
Thou art the floral beauty transcending the ritual attributes
And thou wilt be in the summit of wonder ever in my poetry.