“A poem addressing a ‘you,’ describing for them the wonders of this world, and with each one explaining why it can’t compare to ‘You.'”
I see the world, sprung forth from stars, burned from beautiful heat. Humans walk, and You are born.
No wonder on the rocky plains, No wonder on the sands of Egypt, No bablonian gardens growing, until I saw You.
I walk and see ancient power, but old dust and walls- crumble like bones and bread spread on the roman stones.
The vision of You- completes my submissive mind. Obsession wheels me far to great walls to falling towers. These petty stones built for your toes.
I saw Zeus in white marble, majestic and abrupt, I walked on. You have more power in a touch than a thousand touchstones on Olympus.
It is no wonder that the gods came down from the skies to kiss strangers, but no gritty love between the pyramids or towers.
Beauty seeps from You, in pools of unexplainable gold and I return with shallow news of distant sunshine, fading. You are above all distance and stony structure. You are the richest sunset stretching around my world.
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