“A LILY-GIRL, not made for this world’s pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,Being o’ershadowed by the wings of awe.
Oscare Wilde – Madonna Mia
Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice
Beneath the flaming Lion’s breast, and saw
The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.”
Yes Lord
I confess
I have said
That
Over and over
Again
I keep promising
Thee
Myself
Her
(Even though she doesn’t hear)
I have sworn
All those times
To keep myself away,
To practise
“Primum
Non Nocere”
Kind of approach
To be mature
To be tough
To be
Who I really
Should be
And
Can be
And usually
Am
But then
I can see
Her struggling
I see
That shadow
In her eyes
And sense
The darkness
In her soul
And
That she’s tired
And she’s
Doubting herself
And she hurts
And she want’s
To hide
Just to get by
Through that day
Without people
Without me…
And it’s fine
I just want
To tell her
That she’s
Most real then
Most beautiful then
That is then
When I love her the most
Really I do
And I don’t know how
And I’m trying...
Some music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2CIAKVTOrc