The songs of every poet past and forever
worship only you. I have longed to search
the libraries for your form but I have never
found a satisfying argument. O how you arch
your back as you dance and reveal a new path
for me littered with flowers! I have wished
for nothing other than yourself in a bath
of light, your curves appearing and vanishing
beneath reflective water. O my love, grant
me your being! Allow me humbly to crown
you in the forest's light. How the errant
light splits leaves, whispers through your gown
and meets your body! I am the quiet believer
of the songs of every poet past and forever.
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