Post by Fluory on Dec 8, 2007 7:54:12 GMT -5
To you – I give despair;
Such is everywhere.
For you need pain;
Though you are quite tame.
Not what you deserved;
But what you have earned.
So it is delight –
To cause you a plight.
But you cannot know;
That you should so grow –
In such a perfect flow.
So when I know so fair –
How can one compare?
Perfection has bound –
In jealousy so found.
It all is so true;
But not so to you.
You should not be here;
Perfection’s far too near.
For you too know flair;
That cannot tear.
You’ve always kept in tow –
With a love so sewn.
In that I have known.
And in that despair –
How can I compare?
Such is everywhere.
For you need pain;
Though you are quite tame.
Not what you deserved;
But what you have earned.
So it is delight –
To cause you a plight.
But you cannot know;
That you should so grow –
In such a perfect flow.
So when I know so fair –
How can one compare?
Perfection has bound –
In jealousy so found.
It all is so true;
But not so to you.
You should not be here;
Perfection’s far too near.
For you too know flair;
That cannot tear.
You’ve always kept in tow –
With a love so sewn.
In that I have known.
And in that despair –
How can I compare?
Hm, simply felt like posting a poem. Because I could. Enjoy or something, even if poems aren't the most exciting things in the world. If anyone can guess this poem's meaning correctly, I'll hug them or something.
