My Poetic Inspiration

You who inspires my poetic muse,
Have mercy on my wounded heart.

Allow me to conjure dreams of my own desire,
And from them, to pick jewels from the deep sea.

In my mind, they remain radiant,
Like gleaming whispers in my veins.

When my thoughts soar to heights unknown,
I create verse filled with passion.

Will they end up pleasing me,
Or will I suffocate in the heart of my fervour?

I will be patient, I may yet find solace,
Endurance might lessen the unbearable load.

He who befriends one with an illness such as mine,
Will end up feeling as dejected as I.

From the prosperous fountains I drink and drink,
To quench my thirst, and raise faint hopes.

You, who has just left and deserted me,
If only you could feel my terrible pain.

Raise your hands and to my feelings surrender,
Or you may be devoured by my blazing fire.

Your beauty has kept me imprisoned in love,
If only you could help to set me free.

You set my heart ablaze when you abandoned me,
The flames dissolved, but the scars remained intact.

She but seized a fraction of my pain as she left,
The rest remained, oh how I ache!

My soul is lifted with such unbearable love,
It stands still and observes as your soul feeds on mine.

She has no mercy, her heart is firm,
While my drunken heart will not cease loving her,

If all love may wither, my passion remains,
Renewing its leaves like a blossoming tree.

With patience I stand, and never bore,
Though you remain unjust, ignoring me.

You place no value on precious things,
And not every close "friend" remains honest and sincere.

My pain is revived with the sound of her voice,
Paving the way smoothly with a rare verse.

Like her, I enjoy a challenge,
I welcome the hardships with zeal and fervour.

The most satisfying prey, is the hardest to hunt,
The most tasteful fruit is hidden in the highest branches.

A real hero is one who beats all other heroes,
The champion who overcame all gruelling challenges.

You are a rare and valuable jewel,
Your price undetermined in any market.

The beauty of the moon has captivated many beings,
Yet when caught, its flaws they found.

Depending on a man's worth and endurance,
Determination may either raise him high, or be his downfall.

Your verses I so fervently welcomed,
With endless ardour and passion unmatched.

Their meanings remain priceless among intellectuals,
And in such greatness, our tastes are so alike.

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