Iedvesma... a bit of love poetry... romantic style

Mēģināju atdarināt Baironu nejauši... Ir jau tā, ka man patīk romantiķi, sevišķi jau Bairons... arī Šellijs... Kītss gan ne pārāk. Bet nu katrā ziņā nekas daudz jau nav, bet radās šāds teksts... domājot par kādu loti foršu cilvēku... un jauku... un bezgala brīnišķīgu cilvēku.

Thy smile could melt the deepest snow

And make it blindly, eagerly

In thousand streams to run for sea

Wide, loving, blue, and heavenly

Thy face, the beauty of thy frame

The frame of loving innocence

Would make me live like morning sun

Awaken red and burning bright

As blood that’s boiling in my veins

And heart that’s racing restlessly

Thy eyes, sweet bitter mystery

As all that’s holy on my Earth

They could as well just hold me down

And make me never speak again

For there’s no worldy name for thee