You're the exact embodiment
of what love is meant,
Without a mere "like"
or "as" --of such,
My words. . .
be still at its merit.
The metaphor is You
--it's beyond!
That comparison is absolute,
not-of-as --a thing nor concepts,
not-that-like of anyone;
When I'm sure,
It shall be associated with certainty.
Oh logic will pardon me!
For what's within the artist's heart can't be objectified;
Words must be crafted
to display subtleness;
For, I couldn't be wiser to tell,
that "You're like a shining light",
when I mean,
"You are my shining light";
I beg not to fool myself saying,
"Those sparkling eyes
are enticing as of that stars
--I always look up at dream-night",
when I mean,
"You are that view".
I remain teachable,
heaven humbles me then
For the words I've chosen,
have called me
My words of metaphors
may tell certainties;
One shall not be associated,
Like a gold, or as a diamond,
by its own worth
All things have merits,
Life-artists just have to be exact
to tell:
that some arts are living
worth enough to classify,
of such certain state.
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Unfigurative You
PoetryUnfigurative You in my figurative language. That smile in the subtle simile is like You, No wonder I couldn't ponder that unique view The metaphor is You --it's beyond! That comparison is absolute, not-of-as --a thing nor concepts, not-that-like...
