Post by ramadevi on Dec 14, 2007 13:01:01 GMT -5
Silent Eloquence
Third Edit (Changes in bold)
I cannot find a word or form a phrase
sufficient to articulate your praise.
I've searched for sweeter melody or rhyme
supreme enough to sing of the sublime.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still;
the poet shyly puts aside his quill;
the violinist lays away his bow;
the flute is breathless, muted by your glow.
The potent glance that flashes from your face,
with polished art, portrays a subtle grace.
My mind dissolves within that fertile light--
I cannot find a single word to write.
In stillness, rarefied and quite profound,
you conjure symphonies without a sound.
Second Edit
I cannot find a word, nor form a phrase
with adequate portrayal for your praise.
I’ve searched for sweeter melody or rhyme
more suitable to sing of the sublime.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still;
the poet shyly puts aside his quill;
the violinist lays away his bow;
the flute is breathless, muted by your glow.
The potent glance that flashes from your face,
with polished art, articulates love’s grace.
My mind dissolves within that fertile light--
I cannot find a single word to write.
In stillness, rarefied and quite profound,
you conjure symphony without a sound.
Edited Version
I cannot find a word or form a phrase
that’s adequate portrayal for your praise.
Does there exist sweet melody or rhyme
that’s suitable to sing of the sublime?
The fertile glance that flashes from your face,
with polished art, articulates love’s grace.
In stillness, rarefied and quite profound,
you conjure symphony without a sound.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still;
the poet shyly puts aside his quill;
the violinist lays away his bow;
the flute sits breathless, basking in your glow.
Original:
Can any single word or fancy phrase
consider itself worthy for your praise?
Does there exist sweet melody or rhyme
that’s suitable to sing your song sublime?
Your glance, pure eloquence upon your face
Articulates, with polished art, love’s grace.
In silence, elegant and most profound,
you conjure symphony without a sound.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still,
the poet shyly puts aside his quill,
the violinist lays away his bow.
and flute sits breathless, basking in your glow.
* This is an oldie which i am trying to revise.
Third Edit (Changes in bold)
I cannot find a word or form a phrase
sufficient to articulate your praise.
I've searched for sweeter melody or rhyme
supreme enough to sing of the sublime.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still;
the poet shyly puts aside his quill;
the violinist lays away his bow;
the flute is breathless, muted by your glow.
The potent glance that flashes from your face,
with polished art, portrays a subtle grace.
My mind dissolves within that fertile light--
I cannot find a single word to write.
In stillness, rarefied and quite profound,
you conjure symphonies without a sound.
Second Edit
I cannot find a word, nor form a phrase
with adequate portrayal for your praise.
I’ve searched for sweeter melody or rhyme
more suitable to sing of the sublime.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still;
the poet shyly puts aside his quill;
the violinist lays away his bow;
the flute is breathless, muted by your glow.
The potent glance that flashes from your face,
with polished art, articulates love’s grace.
My mind dissolves within that fertile light--
I cannot find a single word to write.
In stillness, rarefied and quite profound,
you conjure symphony without a sound.
Edited Version
I cannot find a word or form a phrase
that’s adequate portrayal for your praise.
Does there exist sweet melody or rhyme
that’s suitable to sing of the sublime?
The fertile glance that flashes from your face,
with polished art, articulates love’s grace.
In stillness, rarefied and quite profound,
you conjure symphony without a sound.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still;
the poet shyly puts aside his quill;
the violinist lays away his bow;
the flute sits breathless, basking in your glow.
Original:
Can any single word or fancy phrase
consider itself worthy for your praise?
Does there exist sweet melody or rhyme
that’s suitable to sing your song sublime?
Your glance, pure eloquence upon your face
Articulates, with polished art, love’s grace.
In silence, elegant and most profound,
you conjure symphony without a sound.
In awe of you, the painter’s brush lies still,
the poet shyly puts aside his quill,
the violinist lays away his bow.
and flute sits breathless, basking in your glow.
* This is an oldie which i am trying to revise.
