He hungered for beauty,
So did I,
You must have been starving where you were,
when you turned to the ancient, the flowery, the romantic,
they wanted you to be a critic,
with the light of reason,
but your heart was between those pages in search of beauty,
I don't want the splendid sun,
a ball of light, the urns decorated with images of heroes, warriors,
the bold speeches of leaders that conceal wicked deeds,
the glorious, epic conquests,
I only want the pale moon,
she's like you in your black gowns like raven's wings,
your love must be chaotic and unreasonable,
I am intoxicated by you,
I'll show you that the beauty we craved is all around us, love,
here on the earth in the gardens with the flowers,
with you the most precious among them all
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