Laurel of Laurels
Oh, my beloved Laurel, how lovely you are today.
The day beheld your blossoming; with you
I felt the true feeling of love.
Beholding you, seeing you, I love you endlessly.
Oh, masterful beauty, oh sweetness —
your face captivated me, and your brown eyes
hypnotized me the moment I looked at you.
Blessed be creation, the day you were born,
for all others bowed before you, my dear queen of the garden.
You were a perfect creation of God,
for He shaped you with His immense love
and filled you with such sweetness and beauty.
How beautiful you are today; dresses are
your finest choice. Truly your beauty captivated me,
to admire your masterful form
and the thrill I feel on seeing you,
my dear Laurel flower of my magnificent garden.
Wondrous glory of God, magnificent Laurel
of the garden, how mischievous you are,
and with your teasing blows in this game you win my heart
more and more. I am a masochist before you,
for I love the harshness of how you treat me.
Laurel of laurels, I love you endlessly.
You have made this man go
mad with love; you are younger than I,
but there\'s little difference now that
future plans are made. I love you endlessly,
my dear Laurel, rising with the crescent moon.
The only one among laurels of a color
unlike the rest: purple. Beholding you,
my imagination bursts with thought, and
that delicious scent captivates every
conscious man — true standards of beauty.
Oh, my Laurel, today you shine brighter than ever.
Oh, how radiant you are! So
joyful, and I long to embrace you and
keep you in a glass case where I might
gaze on you every day of my life.
Purple is your aura; I sense it from afar,
my beloved, when we would slip away to
the magic room of dreams, where
we lived adventures that captivate my daily life
in a thought of dreaming of you,
my beloved, resembling my own hope
of a fulfilled life. A pity that it\'s all
mere dreaming, that nothing comes true
in my unjust reality, full of pain and tragedy.
Today, in my daydreams, I think of you and
long for you often in my magic
rooms and enchanted castles, where my
beautiful princess and I, as her prince,
protect her from all harm.
Laurel of laurels, magnificent in every way,
lovely lady, I love you without ceasing,
and I will wait for you in the twilight of my days.
I know that I will be by your side, and the two of us together,
happy at last, will live out our
hopes fulfilled, full of contentment. I love you
immensely, my dear magical Laurel
of divine creation.
Feeling
We live desired loves, but we also live
platonic loves, and that is the ground of this verse: LAUREL OF LAURELS.
A beautiful flower that represents purity; a virtue
reflected not simply in innocence, but in the delicacy
of the soul, the strength of the mind, and the dignity of the heart.
To meet someone and wish they were your other half is wonderful;
but there are cases where that person does not share
the same longing for you, and it is simply
a love unreturned. It is a sad reality
that my poem reflects: the love of one,
a love that is felt yet, at the same time, lost,
because it simply is not returned. It is painful, but real.
This poem reflects platonic love and asks us this question:
why love someone who does not love you? Doubtful, yet true;
abandoned, yet sincere. Simply to question yourself,
and to carry on in the verse of reality.