She beautifies beauty, like a fancied dream
Of the tranquil seas and a sunlit gleam;
Where elegance and grace entwine,
In her presence, virtues shine.
A balance struck between light and shade,
In her allure, perfection's gently laid
A shade more bright, a shade more fair,
Would mar the grace that's woven there;
In every curl lies a tale untold,
Of her virtues that her soul doth uphold;
A tender mind blessed with a spirit rare,
A spirit free from any earthly snare.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow
Serene yet fervent, her fervours flow,
A smile that speaks, a blush that sings,
Of those profound depths, where virtue springs;
And as her face glistens with every fallin’ sunray,
She beautifies beauty in her own elegant way….
- Author: Petrichor of Love ( Offline)
- Published: August 21st, 2023 10:43
- Comment from author about the poem: Deriving its inspiration from She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron, one of the greatest and most celebrated poems written in the genre of Romance, herein I attempt to recreate this masterpiece by making it unique yet not compromising the elegance of the original poem. Hope that the readers will enjoy it.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
“Would mar the grace that’s woven there”
How perfect is that! Your writing always grabs me with as you have an uncanny knack for that original descriptive phrase and that makes your pieces shine. I can cobble together stories that have cadence and logic and wrap up w a decent finish but I remain unable to weave in metaphor and I respect and admire how you accomplish that.
Nice write good read.
It's extremely dangerous to create such poems which are similar to their source of inspiration because of a thin line of separation between original and plagiarised contents. Thank you sir for your comment I appreciate it.
Poets have been known throughout history to look for trouble and live gif danger
Or is that pirates ?
Well both face the same issues although poets have a greater problem because plagiarism is a felony for the writers
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