O dear, dear girl:
With what power did lord tear what star
On what lightning did lord travel that far
to forge the miracle that you really are.
It must have taken him years and years
To carve your eyes with heavenly tears
With mysteries and enigmas that lie in it
All secrets of heaven and hell there meet.
With what fire did he shape your frame?
With what desire did he give you his name?
With what fire did he weave your heart?
With what delicate touch did your life start?
Turkey's ‘miracle baby’ interests Nepal’s ‘miracle boy’!
_20230211111215.jpg)
And when your heart beat began,
What rhythm, what music from it ran?
Did he shower the world in bliss?
Did he lift you up in arms to kiss?
And when he thought to send you away,
Did he not ask if you would stay?
Did he weep or smile to part?
Did you not see his broken heart?
O dear, dear tell me:
Does the moon envy you at night?
Do the stars drop at your sight?
Does the sun give you shade or light?
@@@ Motivated from Blake’s ‘The Tyger’
