Not temporary idolatry,
For those who have
Your marvels sung.
Eternal fountain of youth,
Of Beauty, Love and Truth
Whose endless glory
And unfinished story,
Is not yet done,
As you, Miss Poetry
Lovingly, rival,
The morning Sun.
Not temporary idolatry,
For those who have
Your marvels sung.
Eternal fountain of youth,
Of Beauty, Love and Truth
Whose endless glory
And unfinished story,
Is not yet done,
As you, Miss Poetry
Lovingly, rival,
The morning Sun.
All for yourself,They are your pearl,Your handsome photograph,Your joy,The precious lightOf life itself.And if ever that true love,Is lost,Your existence fades awayAnd melts,You are only half alive,In a withering worldOf constant painWhere only tears will thrive.
Or toss him,Serpent, Apple, or notWe’re a terrible lot,In our bloody History,Past and Present,The best example,We’ve Got.
Life is short,Eternity, greed.
And untrustworthy animals,We get along better with our beloved dogsThan we ever will, with each other,Pretty sad, isn’t it, brother?
To loveOr enjoyPoetry,But by not,Doing soYou then feelA bit guilty,Knowing allThey are missing,Those gloriousIntense Moments!That like LoveOnly PoetryCan provide.
In its unique, fabulous wayBut how it makes you feelWhen it hasThat incredibly vital,Falling in love, appeal.