Pass me not oh gentle beauty…
On my knees a-begging the queen
To temper justice with mercy
And show me love
Amazing beauty, how fresh thou look…
I am though blind to my environment
But one object does the blind me see
And that is you, the unending beauty fountain
(Written for KB: Dec.2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem