Should i run--or would you i fly
to the mountain
To pluck you the flower edelweiss?
I'm not certain it smells better than you
But you beckon and I'll make the Abraham-Isaac journey
Because you, milady, you rule.
Simple. Do not ask the éclat that made me you
You are fair, my dark Lady.
Your edification is not of the
lecturer's master stroke
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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