Confused? Don't be. I'll explain. [ As I always do :) ]
An ordinary thing appeals, only temporarily.
A beautiful object, appeals your senses permanently.
Her loveliness never fades.
Never shall she make her admirer disappointed.
Her creator may pass into nothingness.
But she is immortal.
She's a ray of light that consoles her admirer,
when he recedes to occasional miseries.
She is a genius, who speaks without her voice.
Artists 'create', but admirers 'define'.
She shall not understand,
'coz there aren't yet invented, mirrors for emotions.
She will be just be by God's Grace,
another beautiful thing.
She shall never find, the words of philosophy,
she just created, in someone's heart, within.
She would be still admired,
whoever she'd have been.
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This is my version of John Keats' famous poem, "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever".
This is my version of John Keats' famous poem, "A thing of beauty is a joy for ever".
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