The Rose and The Woman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Toulmouche Auguste- Woman and Roses (1879)

Auguste Toulmouche, Woman and Roses (1879)

 

The Rose and the Woman, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Before me is one of God’s creations.
Morning sun falls on this dainty cashmere.
Anchored by penetrating sensations,
Unable to move close because of fear.

Her tenderness is more worthy than mine,
By her regal stature she is the queen.
Her soft scent fills the nearby air sublime,
Without a doubt her beauty is pristine.

If possible it would be love for sure,
To protect from any harm comes her way.
No desire to overcome this allure,
So next to her I will forever stay.

As a rose I am grown to give pleasure,
With each lady that is my endeavor.

Sweet Idleness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Toulmouche Auguste-Dolce far niente (1877)

Auguste Toulmouche, Dolce far niente (1877)

 

Sweet Idleness, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sweet idleness helps to improve my mind.
To read of others in their endeavor,
Of love, seeking two hearts to be entwined.
While I’m safe without fear of displeasure.

Tales of woe often fall on my deaf ears,
Of the flagrant straying of a lover.
None to date has yet to bring me to tears.
A small smile as my heart does not suffer.

Am I the fool for keeping my heart closed?
To having lived the feeling of heartache?
To live with tragedy with heart exposed?
To be captured by an ev’r charming rake?

None do I find the least bit amusing,
Nor the thought of me, a love pursuing.