#18 – for BE but not to BE


For second I thought
Thou must be
The most beautiful creature
In this world or any others

And for all the seconds
And years since
I’ve had very little doubt
That if one knew
How the world was governed
One would know,
That not all of beauty roams free

Even the moon, the stars
And the sun
Are bound like leaves in a tree
But compared to you
In ecstatic glee
Most else looked like pitiful tar

So I consign myself
To be a satellite for thee
That thee may give life
To me.

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