You asked for a poem about your glasses. Well, you’re a French deity now. It’s a love poem, written from your point of view to an unnamed mortal lover. Here it is:
I come up from the valley.
I see the world in red.
In the distance, I can see the sun
pointing to an early bed.
The world awash in blood-shade,
my curiosity
finds a meaning in the semaphores
flying wild across the sea.
I seek no empty comforts.
I seek no rolling plains;
only streets of fashion flowing here,
parallel along the Seine.
My life, a burning question.
My kind, Parisienne.
Under tower, reconnect the self.
I will find the answer then.
Reflections in the corner
of olden days betwined,
cherry lenses tell a story of
rustic places I have dined.
‘Twas said I was a noble
those lengthy years ago,
’till my Jewry did dethrone me. Why?
I could not pretend to know.
The hours run like horses,
in pink and purple skies.
I have painted us a sunset scene,
awe and wonder for your eyes.
The lights goes out in London.
The moon arrives in Bonn.
Even after ten, it’s all clear again:
Lovely days are seldom gone.
At night, my roles are many.
Am I your Joan of Arc?
Can I be your Carla Bruni, dear?…
…Re-ignite the homeland spark?
In morning light, I’m driving
to chase me by the tail.
And with all of France behind me now,
you and I shall never fail.
[Written by Andrew Robinette]
awesome! thank you for giving me proper credit. lol. So awesome to see my work on a blog, and yes, i don’t mind you posting that one since it was a gift to you anyway.
My favorite thing you’ve ever written me. And of course you will always receive credit. Now, go get to work on your next masterpiece.
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