Offer Declined
Thou art to me a thing of beauty rare
Thine eyes alone doth quicken my hearts pace
And some content a lifetime just to stare
Upon thy wondrous picture perfect face
Yet bothered I such beauty rules thy head
That thou would'st deem thyself of Godly fame
'Tis puffed thy chest and makes me think instead
Narcissus back and smiling from the frame
Whilst still I do admire thy beauty rare
'Tis with respect thine offer I decline
And so return to thee thy portrait fair
And letter seeking of this hand of mine
'Tis beauty that I seek without a doubt
But that which from the inside shine'th out.
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Author:
Dee (
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Another great poem! Your take on vanity and the search for inner beauty is well written with great imagery.
I loved reading it.
THANKS DEE ! What better herald to a Monday Morning than a perfect 4 4 4 2 Love Sonnet from my fave MPOS Poet. Alas the subject is not "Love Requited" but "Love Rejected". In a divine way DEE you focus "not on the outward appearance ~ but on the heart". "'Tis beauty that I seek without a doubt ~ But that which from the inside shine'th out". What we see is often superficial ~ however what we feel and perceive is real. The structure and abab cdcd rhyming pattern is perfect. The message is direct and declining. Now you are making me cry ! Thanks for caring and sharing. Yours as ever BRIAN
Thank you Brian for such a wonderful review. I am happy you enjoyed this offering.. This work came about after seeing a picture and reading about Narcissus ..poor man.. lol....All best wishes to you
and thank you again...Smiles..Dee
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