You are so precious to me
that I could hardly dare
to write a poem
glorifying you
You are so precious to me
that I timidly enter
adjectives to illustrate you
secretly doubting that they are not
worthy of such a fascination
You are so precious to me
that I strive not to illuminate,
through attributes and metaphors,
the paths and avenues leading to you
For, so many beautiful women
Might flock around such a delicacy
to direct all its attention to them
You are so precious to me
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed the refrain and the way it was purposely omitted in S4
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Thanks, tailor, I am glad you liked it.Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed the refrain and the way it was purposely omitted in S4
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
What is "S4"?
S4 would be the 4th stanza... I liked how the refrain was not included in S4, but rather set apart as S5 to make it stand out... the refrain being the element in the poem that repeats
A stanza (S) is a grouping of lines, with a rhythmic pattern or not. A line would be designated as (L)... so S5 is also L17
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Oh, I see! Thank you, tailor. PC abbriviations are not so known to me.
Last edited by free; 04-17-2023 at 03:19 PM.
Some people want beauty
Some people want money
Some people want duty
Some people want cloudy, some sunny
I wanted the truth
I wanted the verity
From my early youth
I wanted sincerity
The ugliness of your inherited three
If you know the truth jack
The most beautiful man you may be
Even if you are Cyrano de Bergerac
I think you are an angel
Although everyone considers you
An ordinary human being
Only I notice how grass caresses
Your feet when you walk accros a meadow
I think you are from another planet
Where the world is most beautiful and loving
Although everyone sees you
Just like an average person from here
Only I see numberless stars in your eyes
Which our telescopes have never discovered
When you talk I think that your soul talks
And not the usual talking organs of which we know
Although no one pays attention to what and how you talk
Only I can feel the mild warmth
Gleaming from your body
And touches the person you talk to
With the most amiable embrace of all
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