• To What Shall I Compare You

    From ibshambat@gmail.com@1:229/2 to All on Wednesday, August 30, 2017 01:01:10
    To what shall I compare you, my sweet love?
    How, having known you, can I face the crowd?
    You take my heart out with a velvet glove
    And then establish it inside a cloud.

    Your precious beauty and your tender heart,
    The incandescent passion of your spirit -
    However many miles we be apart,
    You bring me to adore and to revere it.

    Your elegance of motion and of dress,
    Your gentle smile and your infectious laughter,
    Your fierce resolve and will that seeks no less
    Than knowing and attaining Hereafter -

    The eyes that, like volcanic crater lakes,
    Reflect the sky toward which you are so close -
    That for the truth's and for the beauty's sakes
    Dissolve the elements that from the earth arose -

    Your playful, delicate and resurrecting mind
    That weaves the pain and knowledge into sweetness -
    The thoughts and feelings that are intertwined
    And from their synthesis creates completeness -

    Your intuition, powerful and true,
    And genius producing divine splendor -
    Not only do I say that I love you,
    But to what made you, darling, I surrender -

    However I compare you, my delight,
    You're always something more and something greater,
    And like a mountain climber in the night
    I cannot see and fall into your crater.

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: www.darkrealms.ca (1:229/2)
  • From ibshambat@gmail.com@1:229/2 to All on Friday, May 11, 2018 15:16:20
    To what shall I compare you, my sweet love?
    How, having known you, can I face the crowd?
    You take my heart out with a velvet glove
    And then establish it inside a cloud.

    Your precious beauty and your tender heart,
    The incandescent passion of your spirit -
    However many miles we be apart,
    You bring me to adore and to revere it.

    Your elegance of motion and of dress,
    Your gentle smile and your infectious laughter,
    Your fierce resolve and will that seeks no less
    Than knowing and attaining Hereafter -

    The eyes that, like volcanic crater lakes,
    Reflect the sky toward which you are so close -
    That for the truth's and for the beauty's sakes
    Dissolve the elements that from the earth arose -

    Your playful, delicate and resurrecting mind
    That weaves the pain and knowledge into sweetness -
    The thoughts and feelings that are intertwined
    And from their synthesis creates completeness -

    Your intuition, powerful and true,
    And genius producing divine splendor -
    Not only do I say that I love you,
    But to what made you, darling, I surrender -

    However I compare you, my delight,
    You're always something more and something greater,
    And like a mountain climber in the night
    I cannot see and fall into your crater.

    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

    --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05
    * Origin: www.darkrealms.ca (1:229/2)
  • From Ilya Shambat@1:229/2 to All on Monday, December 13, 2021 12:42:29
    From: ibshambat@gmail.com

    To what shall I compare you, my sweet love?
    How, having known you, can I face the crowd?
    You take my heart out with a velvet glove
    And then establish it inside a cloud.

    Your precious beauty and your tender heart,
    The incandescent passion of your spirit -
    However many miles we be apart,
    You bring me to adore and to revere it.

    Your elegance of motion and of dress,
    Your gentle smile and your infectious laughter,
    Your fierce resolve and will that seeks no less
    Than knowing and attaining Hereafter -

    The eyes that, like volcanic crater lakes,
    Reflect the sky toward which you are so close -
    That for the truth's and for the beauty's sakes
    Dissolve the elements that from the earth arose -

    Your playful, delicate and resurrecting mind
    That weaves the pain and knowledge into sweetness -
    The thoughts and feelings that are intertwined
    And from their synthesis creates completeness -

    Your intuition, powerful and true,
    And genius producing divine splendor -
    Not only do I say that I love you,
    But to what made you, darling, I surrender -

    However I compare you, my delight,
    You're always something more and something greater,
    And like a mountain climber in the night
    I cannot see and fall into your crater.

    Ilya Shambat
    https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambatpoetry

    --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)