Poems for Ross - 3. sighs

Poem No. 6

Prelude:

God, how beautiful you are,

Earthly perfections now can I see

And heavenly thoughts aren’t even so far

For I have seen your face and know

such beauty can truly be.

Poem:

I cannot tell you what you do to me, so let me bore you with my attempt.

How grand are my thoughts about you, specters of Beauty, real or not,

I have not the blessings to know whether right or wrong

All that I have to conceive is your love sought –

I hope you will never see this pitiful song.

Where to start; an idea I need…

Your eyes are a wonder

All other beauty from them must feed

And puts them under;

They're so clear, I can see your soul, and perhaps

I can find mine there too.

You effortlessly give looks of sincere kindness without hesitance

All the world, the new, the old, and eternal, are in your eyes of two

What unthinkable grace and unsolemn presence

Your eyes live in an environment of you

They reflect how kind you really are,

A spirit known to few, but blessed your friends are.

I wish I could find the way to show you my love,

Though as worthless as it is,

I hope I can find a way to sing of you aloud; painful wish

Still alive though, spurred by your perfect face that is.

I cannot tell you what you do to me,

so excuse my present.

Postlude:

Words do fail me when I think of you,

So what can an idiot but do?

I think of you and heave a sigh,

I think of God and wonder why.

You're so damn beautiful to me,

I want to know how that can be?

Poem No. 7

The darkened word, the troubled thought

It haunts me now to be sought

Such pain it holds, how desperate am I

What strange comfort is by its side

The darkened thought, the horrible work

It visits me now; how sweetly absurd.

Love is, a pretentious lie

for fools who like wholesome pies

and warm gentle sighs

and life. Obviously not I.

Oh, I like the pies

and the warm sighs

but the other becomes a brazen lie

for if only I liked the pies

and the warm sighs

and the other too, then life would be a prize.