" The Velvet Life "

This poem expresses a person's deep feelings towards their lover. The poet describes their lover's beauty, charm, and allure, but also highlights their miserable condition and social status.

Oh, my love, your intoxicating eyes,

Like lotus flowers, your lips, a treasure to the skies.

Your waist, a velvet lotus, your voice, a cuckoo's call,

Leaves me breathless, and in heaven's thrall.

Show me your mercy, give me your soul,

Take me away from Satan's door, make me whole.

Oh, my love, my goddess, my peace, my heart,

Return to me, give me the bloody wine of heaven's art.

Five decades have passed, yet nothing's changed,

Except the wounds, the heartache, the pain.

I'm dying tonight, show me heaven's sight,

My love, don't be cruel, come back to me, and make it right.

Don't be so harsh with me, my love, it's strange to see,

You're shining bright, but your heart is lost in misery.

Come back to me, let's start anew,

Everything here is temporary, it's all just a view.

Oh, my love, don't create such a colorful world,

This is for courtesans, who sell their beauty for a few coins to unfurl.

You're only interested in colorful pleasures and sex,

But in the end, you'll come with me, and you'll need my love, I expect.

Your body will wither away, your desires will cease,

And in the end, all you'll need is love, a love that brings release.

A love that's not physical, but mental, a love that's kind,

A love that understands joy and sorrow, a love that's one of a kind.

Years have passed, and you're still beautiful, a sight to see,

But you're no longer interested in physical love, it's not for thee.

You're only drinking wine, and smoking cigars, your addiction's grown,

You're helpless, my love, but I'll be waiting for you, alone.

You're dividing your earnings into two parts, one for your addiction, one for your

savings,

This is your daily routine, my love, your life's enslaving.

You're a courtesan, my love, a beauty, a treasure to behold,

But in society's eyes, you're just a sex worker, your life's grown cold.

You wake up in the morning, drunk, and lost, and alone,

In the evening, you sell your body, and count the cost, the pain you've known.

But I know, my love, that you're more than just a shell,

You're a beautiful soul, trapped in a world that's hell.

Your addiction's blinded everyone, but I can see,

The real you, my love, the beauty that's meant to be.

You're a shining star, my love, a light in the night,

A love that's pure, a love that's right.