Morning, silent as the raven’s stare,
Penetrates the curtains; I become aware
Of the summer sun in this autumn morn,
And its half light, half illuminating form,
Elucidating the suggestion of her beauty,
Laid out bare and resting peacefully.
What is this beauty but a suggestion?
What is it but an as yet incomplete equation,
To be pursued and one day, maybe, understood.
Till then, let it be adored as only beauty could,
And let her be loved.
Author notes
An indication that love must be explored, and life lived, as opposed to accepted in complacency.
A contest entry
- My love... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended December 23, 2008, 13 entries
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yes..let her be loved..especially when you addressed this beauty in a wonderful poetic manner..love it..and thanks for the adbeautiful work..
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