Thursday, October 27, 2016

God of the Rising Sun: Apollon

My cherishing your face
gives me nothing but malaise!
The charming crinkle in your eye...
My heart feels like it may die!

The taste of it is alkaline,
for I never gave you a piece of my mind.
Even if my condition is Pygmaline,
the illusion built will not be fine!

You're bright and fresh, unpolished,
Apollo of sunshine strides.
The way I've been astonished,
found the way to stir my pride.

Once my own appreciation
was my source of reverie.
But this brand new adoration,
hopes instead you'll look at me.

How is is that by mere sunshine,
the narcissus-filled riverbank
became meek, shy, Helianthus,
charmed by you to the bone.

– - Leur Lapine- –



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