Magnum Opus
Magnum Opus
Though I am a literary dilettante,
My pen drips emotions
Slowly and slowly,
Nibbling the thought of yours,
It creates maniac poetry
Which it claims silently
As the magnum opus.
Do you know what
The magnum opus contains;
It contains the pages
About a Belle in the sirimiri of love?
Do I need to explain
That you are that
Belle,
And I am the exuder
Of that sirimiri of love?