transcendent beauty
can you tell me?
how should i praise you?
through inspiration?
of necessity!
i am he whose brain is scattered
aimlessly.
i am smitten! i
am. i am. i am smitten, i reaffirm,
now the words tumble through as in
lonely moments i hear them.
they are all
about you. the dance!
the verb detaches itself,
seeking to become articulate.
and i cannot help thinking
of the wonders of your beauty
that strums the lyre of my mind.
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