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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