"How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from the hills of Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin; not one of them is alone. Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. Your neck is like the tower of David, built with courses of stone[a]; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors. Your breasts are like two fawns, like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you."
It is true I’m begging you Believe That flowers bloom In spring That is the only time That thing called love To achieve All that comes after Is Doom
Jasmin I do regret I wasn’t fully me I didn’t mean to hurt But in that given set Of alcoholic spree I felt like fucking dirt
I wasn’t worthy of Thy Love so young and pure 19-year-innocent life No, I wasn’t at all shy Could easily set the lure And in me let you dive
Into my nothingness Into my black despair Into my hopeless pain Existence of meaningless Where nothing’s ever fair And all happens in vain.
Oh, my little flower I miss still more and more The shine of your pearly smile Could spend a many hour Recalling your charms galore Stacking the memories pile
And sinking deep Into Sea of Regrets And Sadness for The Loss But joyous picture I should keep As happy as memory gets Not risked by pitch-and-toss
The simple reminiscence Of you so fully hearted Offering me your devotion Young love in its pure essence Not stained by pose or tarted Which set my change in motion … But I did not, Could not possibly take it I needed first to grow I thought and thought Being sick couldn’t fake it I had to take it slow
And let you go And let me heal and learn Allowing the love to fade With all those years passed though I still pray for return The choice I’ve already made
But I know neither then Nor ever in my life I just couldn’t lock A young soul in my pen Bound by desire’s strife Life wasted in my stock
I couldn’t love that way And that’s why you in spite Loved me in such a might Common paradox they say When doing what is right Turns wrong and it’s a blight
So, just goodbye my little blossom Stay as treasured memory Prosper and live long You’re a soul so awesome Worth of your own life’s story Another poet’s song.
