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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.
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