Gradually they appeared
Tiny lustre black diamonds on my chin
A ne plus ultra of God's divine beauty on man
They appeared like the dark silken hair of a beautiful maiden
And they won my heart's medal
They're like the naive hair of a newly born
So beautiful that my mirror became my eyes
I appellated them My Black Beauties
An adornment of facial handsomeness
A hallmark of admiration; noticed and envied by many
They made young ladies to wonder in lust or maybe love
My aesthetic Black Beauties; so adoring and alluring
Stunningly curled up like glossy black thread
A signal of growth, maturity and responsibility
Adulations to the Eternal Potter for a job well done.
You capture more than those first few bristles here - i think this is a skilled piece of evocative writing much.. I like its ace and feel very. thankyou
A very lovely Ode to a guy's first beard. I love the use of simile and metaphor. A lovely poem in all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You capture more than those first few bristles here - i think this is a skilled piece of evocative writing much.. I like its ace and feel very. thankyou