In Devotion To Vildan By Nomad Soul Sonnet | Prose | Contact Addresses | Copyright Notices
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With eyes both blind to thy inside,
What shades doth my mind me paint,
Why I, so confined to one's outside,
Never see colours in twice a bit faint ?
Thou, nature's master piece in flesh,
Why art not to be shared, to share ?
Why dost thou this self so oft refresh,
When yet I know thou art so rare ?
For, as thy innocence spoke with me,
More substance, to make it be thine.
What reasonings do reside in thee,
There is no finer if thou art the fine.
Bind not thy priceless youth to a number,
When love is awake, be not in slumber.
Stanza I: Though I do not know much about you, I can't get you out of my mind and despite having a permission only to see your outlook, I am too much satisfied with your omnipresent beauty as it never looks the last one's same.
Stanza II:
In absolute contrast to the power of your mind, you misjudge things. As you, even now, are so rare, there is no need for any improving but you want to improve; thus, you lack my sharing.
Stanza III:
You claim that you do refuse, for you yet lack knowledge. Methinks, you can not further in anything as you hold no mirror to your visage, let alone to your feelings.
Couplet:
You should not this much mind what marks you will get. I now do love you but you give me nothingness in reply. Behold !, I am here and in such unseen love.
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