in honor of W. Shakespeare
Author: Suzana Purković
Believe me when I tell you that this love was born from delivery,
For I did not tailor the threads of my life
The threads that of mine calm liberty made slavery
Upon my words all thine in mine heart prick like a knife.
Do not thee think of me as a jellyfish
While mine infirmity to thine mercy will yield,
But I will not plead thyself for one solely wish
And thee from thorny threads mark thy endless field.
I thought that mine bosom will meet the peacetime
Only if by force I do obliterate thyself smoldering
But more I burke my lord the more is mine
Adoring the whisper, he will of nonentity forge the ring.
I thought that mine curious eyes will see the beauty within others
When the greasy grid create a vision
But more my heart gaze the less it bothers
Magnify the verity, sight in unsightly sight make the conversion.
I’ve deemed more then this weight has to convey me
But no less that thine divinity has myself to bestow
Until the mortal grain smoldering I will lionize thee
For after this being mine fondness for thee will grow.
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How can I say what tint of eyes do I admire
When none of gentle glances methink is my desire
Irrespective of thy troth that I’ve traced a fire
Despite all thine beliefs I expose them as intense liar.
How can I conceive that thy adoration will not abite by time
When thine shred of dims subsists in mine life weighty rhyme
Above all these deficient lines dwell thyself majesty of thine
When thee in sunny whimsy link these arms of mine.
How can I listen and hear theirs saccharine voices whispering
When they denote myself with thousands favors of glaring
For thy weighty rebuke myself obey one’s king
And although ten mine shivery hand will honor solely thy ring.
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Blubber me all imprecations with whom I wallow
For lucidity of mine thou recreate airy hollow
Elucidate this imprudent wit which thee find mellow
And with all those dullness thee subsistence of my swallow.
Do not allow unbearable grief to consume me
For it will shatter the purpose of heart belonging to thee
Me capture in all thy trouble that intolerable grief eludes me
And withal all assaults none but thine prison will I see.
Both my weak heart and senseless mind will blissfully to thyself commit
And when thy rouse me from placidity thee will dispel a myth.
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Did those unthinking words of mine thoughtless lip awry
Burke thy gentle smile mistake him with thine cry
As these lips of my impossibility to banish thy fear
When myself cry for faker instead of my dear.
I blame thee for oversleep youth of mine life
Imprecate thee for all harshness toward strange life
I judge thyself for shunning some shining places
Fault with thyself for I cannot neither love neither kiss other faces.
I charge thee as a keeper of mine flesh and addicted heart
For all judged thyself I’ll justice thee as Prince of mine living art.
