Tuesday, January 8, 2013


With my degree in beauty, can’t you see
That when I say you’re beautiful, it’s true –
I’ve analyzed all beauty thoroughly,
But what I’d reproduce the most is you.

I’ve looked upon the Greek Acropolis –
I’ve looked upon Yosemite’s grand space –
But it is you who brought my soul the bliss
That makes me want to stay in but one place.

And when the joy of beauty fills me up
From seeing you with but the slightest glance,
I want to pour the dark wine from my cup
And lift my voice in song, my legs in dance.

You are my butterfly, my beautiful
Uplifting art – I feel your loving pull.

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