The aura of those golden curls
In your knotted hairstyle chain,
A heavenly light, cast by your eyes...
I will never see those beautiful eyes again.
And the living presence of your pale face
Seemed to me both truth and deception;
I was instantly lured by love not to chase
Only to gradually burn from its conception.
But this was a misfortune for a mortal.
A song quietly flows from the cherub,
Echoing with an inhuman sound.
Celestial spirit, the living sun oval,
All that I saw in you then superb
Is but a wound from a simple bow.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
Nicely worded and set in symbol this poem seems classic in form and well directed at love
As someone who likes Petrarch; I enjoyed this.
Good Write.
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