Magic Completion
MAGIC COMPLETION
Most women, if they choose, can please, too few
Contentment offer, - metamorphosis
Magic which transmutes mute souls to this
Completion which sees heaven born anew.
Most melodies soon cloy, annoy, yet you
Can claim to aim at Nature’s synthesis,
Music sweet is sensed, as if soft kiss
Celestial could zephyrs scent tone true.
Much more poor poet means, yet those who view,
Confused, might disbelieve, or take amiss
My comments as hyperbole, remiss,
Constraint might misinterpret as off cue.
Much, left unsaid, here’s hidden far from sight sight,
Convert I am – convinced through true insight.
24 February 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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