Despite all verbose attributes vast,
Mused, figured and enacted a lot,
It still remains famished and distraught
While on the victim a weird spell is cast.
Minstrels and wanderers in Parnassus tract,
Keep over-claiming and make a fuss all over,
Seeking the unreal with senses, on ivory tower
And in their own chosen Utopia of artefact
Latent and lost in crust like diamonds, is love
Which is culled, shaped and polished with care
And then it radiates the glow of feeling fair,
With spectral dispersion of empathic know-how
Distance secures and fosters the lofty feel;
While the stigma of obsession and possessive ego,
Like hemlock paralyse and stifle the amigo
Hurting deep and leaving naught to heal
Just as a gem set in proper design,
Befits and wins over the associate outfit
Love has its elite bearing and needs to admit
Along, concern and regard to fly the amity ensign.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magnificent piece.... well penned