Will she shy her fair hands,
When my mask falls and she understands
And sees this man replenished with naked faults,
Pardon me, my fair lady; pardon the entire encounter,
Dear waltzes, minuets, polkas and mazurkas,
She must pardon all that,
All sins will fall upon my top hat,
This lady fair must pardon all and pardon none,
For I will complete my given task,
Attach this face to the faultless mask,
Had I any fortune or talent,
My bliss will not depend on this unprofitable enterprise,
Yet all is faultless but I,
When I see no fault but mine,
I will return again, yet again,
To this addictive idleness,
Upon my word for if Venus can lie,
Why not I?
Why not I?
So how many people die.
Wars and diplomatic ties,
They are all far, far away,
Like the tale before me play,
Beauty is quite far away too,
Though everywhere verses do construe;
And set ugliness them well aside,
For false laughter, tears, and pride.
We deprive you of your queenly palace and throne,
Then into the hellish fire - we torture you into the bone,
Now what is left of your fairly formed body is waned and dry,
We still grind you down until nothing is recognisable but your sad eyes,
Idly sipping some tea staring at an azure sky,
As my thoughts wandered to you, lips gently sighed,
A handful of sweet songs must be buried for a long while,
Wondering can I ever witness your smile?
Wondering can you ever see this poetry smile?
Broken I, had I known I was never again to see her,
Or devastated if nothing in me can she remember?
Indeed, what for should she recall or I splinter,
To her I am the brief image - And she may be lost,
One is the angel and the other from the most
Devilish place of all, who distinguish? We are all ghosts,
And so Let this blur of beauty remain,
Though never shall I meet her again,
Nor my youth, my virtue - and those I once took pain
To dear and cherish. They are all ghosts, we are all ghosts,
For we do die every night from someone's memory in the bitter frost,
The same place where we damn all things once we loved the most,
Perchance is a word I brave not blink,
For if mine was false then hers would be a possibility,
Wondering upon it one's heart shall sink
The laughers - hers or mine needed not true be,
It matters not as after the use of my ink,
The taste of her easiness will be consumed with my tea,
I deny you not of your gracious beauty,
Yet if your beauty is the sole reason for my love,
Then my love shall not name lovely but condemn "foolery",
And my troth be nothing but a horse which drove
By elements as superficial as false courtesies,
O Let me,
Not in the tone of flattery,
Implore you in
Keeping your mildest temperament,
O may calmness be
Vested in all elements concerned you be free,
And take pity of my petty verses,
How dare did the devil send you here,
To me - a fool without his lover,
To compensate your trouble - take my hand,
Just before dawn - may I have this dance?
Harmony.
Like heaven,
Awakened the humans,
Who killed the tree,
Cooked the innocent peacock young,
Polluted the mountain and the sea,
The golden sun made its protest furiously,
Human ignored its angry protest without any difficulties,
Then sent a rocket to shut the sun up.
The rocket made a trip to His heavenly palace
Mighty God looked down and shook his head,
No more overture can be heard anywhere,
So the ocean stayed drunk forever,
Human then raped the mountain,
Built houses with trees,
Nothing to kill,
Killed themselves,
Greed.