The Ballad Of Beautiful And Sad Winter Poem by Pedro Cescon

The Ballad Of Beautiful And Sad Winter



(Part I of 'The Four Times of Love')

Young and pretty little Winter,
Whose future had no hinter,
Whose life was born to glitter,
Whose wit was of a witter

Eyes o' color o' cloudy sky,
An intelect kind of sly,
Serving as beauty's underlie,
For whom all boys woul' like to die

Soft and pale type o' skin,
Long hair colored o' moccasin,
One silhouette somewhat thin,
A girl without someone akin

Could have world between her hands,
Could be creator o' big trends,
Could transform wishes in demands,
Could have men in packs and bands,

But equally special was her desire,
An' in her soul burn'd quite a fire
Quite as such none could aspire
To please her as she woul' require

And sorrow stroke her mind
For she wasn't coming to find
Something to link in a bind
Someone amongst mankind

And bit by bit girl got sick,
As everything seemed so hick,
Her desease got 'er quick,
There was no cure to pick

For uniqueness was her trait,
And she discovered so late
That for her was no mate
Able to equal 'er straight

And came the day she was gone,
But she was missed for none
For as world couldn' be 'er home,
So world wouldn' have her welcome

And had no offspring,
Nor left behind a thing
Other than this song's sing,
Died in the first day o' spring

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Meggie Gultiano 05 September 2009

This is a nice and well crafted write. Thanks for sharing

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success