A man unable to express his love to a woman whom he adores. As far as she knows their relationship is platonic.
You do not smile,
as no smile expands My affection for you such as the hollow seas stretch. You do not speak, as no sound mitigates my spirit In such a manner reminiscent of the joy of an infant's chortle. Your eyes are alien, for no humanly character Entrances my spirit such as yours do, And your figure is beyond sublimity, For your very stance is not that which can be matched.
I apologize for
plethoric complement, As I know in your good conscience you shan't concur, And in apology I solicit your forgiveness, As your kindness is unworthy of my faults. Would you ever leave me for another more Compatible of your goodness? And if ever we do remain together, Will my ordinary soul prove sufficing To entertain you?
Ah! but we’re not
together, as no romance Touches upon our nearness! We exchange smiles Yet you know not what mine entails. As far as your comprehension announces we're but friends, And our love the more platonic. As far as you remark I am distant, For your likeness renders me anxious. I cannot be composed around you For I desire more than friendship, And I will therefore be uneasy, And hence faintheartedness My heart shall rest unspoken.
I wonder how this was be before you translated it to English... I really DO understand what you've said and even how you framed the thoughts, but the flavor of the language has THAT feel of being lost in translation rather than with intent.
Our personality doesn't always accurately reflect whom we are - as a person. Aloofness is more reflective of not feeling comfortable enough with our current (and perhaps past?) acquaintances to permit being vulnerable or at least willing to accept that we can realistically care OR be cared about. The over-reactive self (or even a public's) perception of one's social status - whether of wealth, intelligence, political or professional status can be a taught rather than a natural assumption. Anyways... The thoughts expressed in your work didn't seem unemotional nor uncaring.
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Ah! but we’re not together, as no romance
Touches upon our nearness!
We exchange smiles
Yet you know not what mine entails.
As far as your comprehension announces we're but friends,
And our love the more platonic.
As far as you remark I am distant,
For your likeness renders me anxious.
I cannot be composed around you
For I desire more than friendship,
And I will therefore be uneasy,
And hence faintheartedness
My heart shall rest unspoken.
Simply loving and heartbreaking yes
at times we hold back and miss that chance sadly :(
I wonder how this was be before you translated it to English... I really DO understand what you've said and even how you framed the thoughts, but the flavor of the language has THAT feel of being lost in translation rather than with intent.
Our personality doesn't always accurately reflect whom we are - as a person. Aloofness is more reflective of not feeling comfortable enough with our current (and perhaps past?) acquaintances to permit being vulnerable or at least willing to accept that we can realistically care OR be cared about. The over-reactive self (or even a public's) perception of one's social status - whether of wealth, intelligence, political or professional status can be a taught rather than a natural assumption. Anyways... The thoughts expressed in your work didn't seem unemotional nor uncaring.
Posted 10 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
10 Years Ago
Thank you Cris. It means so much that you took the time and effort to review my poem with such depth.. read moreThank you Cris. It means so much that you took the time and effort to review my poem with such depth. I very much appreciate it.
"our love the more platonic.
As far as you remark I am distant,
For your likeness renders me anxious.
I cannot be composed around you
For I desire more than friendship,"
A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)....................
This wasn't just a poem, it was a story. It was as if i could see there lives unfolding before my eyes. A dark and beautiful poem. Your writing is different form some others, and i love that
This poem is very deep and it speaks from the core of your heart. This poem is engulfed with passion and admiration and it really touched me. Your writing skills are beyond me, i'm very impressed !