Love [Amorul] - Alexandru Macedonski

Sapphire stones, so blue and clear,
Filled by the light of serene sky
Look brighter and are nice and dear
In gold and platinum when lie.

The diamond on a pile of slags
Without its flames will soon remain,
And so a body dressed in rags
Can't make us cheer or go insane.

The best idea of the mind
When it is not properly clothed
In words majestic and refined
It's just a beggar and it's loathed.

The garb is lovely, I agree,
But when the passion vile and rude
Swells up the chest – the Love will be
Far more exquisite when it's nude.

Added by: Octavian

Translator: Octavian Cocoş
Language: English


see more poems written by: Alexandru Macedonski



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