It is a calling to god if there is one


Make for me a word

If thou does exist,
Somewhere, someplace,
Make for me a word,
To describe her beauty,
As you may have seen such beauty,
Above, where thou live,

What do thou call such beauty?
How shall I portray her grace?
Words are not to comprehend,
Nor is the stroke of a brush,
Nothing can personify her face,
Her beauty so divine,

Made for me that word,
Which thy dear poetry is made of,
Make for me a word,
Which describes her every inch?
For I shall call her by that word,
And she may come to me,

If thou does not make such a word,
Then thy greatness is false,
If such a word cannot exist,
Then nor can you,
So, make for me a word,
Which is beyond the thoughts of this world?




Poetry by Paurocks
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Written on 2011-10-07 at 13:20

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