All the flowers cannot weave
A garland worthy of your hair,
Not a bird in the four winds
Can sing of you that is so fair.
Only the spheres can sing of you;
Some planet in celestial space,
Hallowed and lonely in the dawn,
Shall sing the poem of your face.
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What a wonderful love poem! How ethereal! I hope she whom this was written to was worthy of it's magnificence!
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reminds me a lot of 'spheres of galilea' by salvadore dali.
I don't really like the beginning very much. I'm not really sure why, it just doesn't appeal to me. But the second stanza, that's really stunning and beautiful. I think I got a lot of feeling and emotion from that last stanza.
Also, the rhyming was simple and elegant. I enjoyed this piece. -
This is great and beautifully writen. I think it's the best I've read in a while
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This was a lovely and tender write. I enjoyed the read.
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Beautiful!!!! I love the words chosen and the simple rhyming. This piece is very well done.
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