Poetry #43 (Tragedy of Narcissus)

Yet the
Beautiful face
Never smiled.
Admired and
loved by
everyone with
seeing eyes.

Poor Narcissus
though beauty
is immeasurable,
he was
not happy.

There was
none who
would see
him from
the eye.

They all
just like
to stare
and gaze
at him
None else.

But who
would have
guess that
the river
in his
reflection that
he falls
in love.

It was
there and
then that
he first
saw happiness.

Someone who
looks him
in the
eye and
perhaps more.

He was
immediately starstruck.
Yet he
of all
his life
never knew
his worth.

It was
only too
late when
he realized,
that one
who understands
him most
and the
one he
would love
much dearly
is none
other than
his own.

He was
as ignorant
as a
little child
but lonely
as a
desert oasis.

His tragic
life ended
with his
beautiful smile.

Finally, for
once, before
he fell,
He will
meet and
touch that
person who
understands him.