In this make-believe world of illusion,
The beauty of thine absolute doth seem
To me, in this time and space in heaven,
Reality as seen, dream within dream!
Truth they say's truth only if seamless whole,
May be; but thine beauty's truth never dies
If frozen, chopped to bits, or sent to coal,
Transcending all else still truth has to rise.
You and I, Me Love, live in a rare world,
Wherein the holder, beholder beside
Of beauty, both the self-same be a bird,
And in the same time and space do reside.
Now, if both of these birds were to exist,
The scenery, seer be the self-same beast!
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Mirror, mirror on the wall… you know this often happens. But if the mirror happens to be you, what then? And if you don't dare enough, nor can afford to displease her and still be true, you have to resort to such abracadabra!
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Sonnets | 03.12.13 |
Poem: 56886592 - The Truth Of Thine Beauty, Darling Member: Poet Poet Comment: you have to resort to such abracadabra AND PPME LIKES YOUR abracadabra
you have to resort to such abracadabra AND PPME LIKES YOUR abracadabra
Thank you, but one's heart has its logic of which the head knows nothing.
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I would like to translate this poem
After that abracadabra in my poem, I think I'm speechless that my poem can inspire (if AP means me) such unexpected creativity! ! ! But jokes apart I liked it, dear PP ur A POET PPME ONLY AN ISOLATED POEM abray cadabray etc thanks sir ji lovely commentas must say ppme me