That heavenly window in which her dazzling eyes best seen,
Bright like the fair sun where virtuous flowers glow.
Within the records of eternity a poet’s name renown.
Verses pour to truly tell the immortality of her beauty.
In simple kills of comfort I write in more than the blackest ink,
But from the hearts divine poison that bleeds from loves sweet wounds.
Of passion, of love, of war, her eyes wage truce with amorous rays,
In sweet salute round the stars serene.
Her eyes shall never dim, even in the cold sleep of death.
No dark planet could hide those lovely spheres,
My hand learns to softly bend that golden bow
When the air is still, with unchanging light
Loves darts gives so great the snares of bliss to my heart.
Sweetly tender whom my soul desires, the lady
The music still breathes for.
Copyright (c) Kevin Brian Wright,2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem