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My lady of the brilliant eyes,
The distant look, the haunting face,
Deep lake in which each ripple dies
To silence, without any trace -
I've bent my knees to you and prayed
That you would listen to my tales
but found no willing ear - you've stayed
Impervious, no word avails.
Oh, lady of the many names,
Fair vision of the many moods,
true temptress with your wicked games
In many guises, cloaks and hoods,
Although I know, I've tried my hand
To be sole object of your smiles
and hoped that since I understand
I'd not fall victim to your wiles -
And yet you'll surely be my doom,
Epitomy of womanhood,
With icy cheeks and painted bloom -
My stiff Madonna, made of wood.
...both to read and to imagine! :(
As usual, you've exhibited great elegance and restraint in the presentation of this terrible thing that is unrequited love.
has power and control from far beyond. TK U MLJ LV NV
new readers pay attention to the end rhyme, the sound of..., last stanza
My stiff Madonna, made of wood.
wood
almost like a resolution in music
this is one of the reasons i keep saying go through new poems get face to face with the good bad and the ugly, you'll learn some new things