RMC

Tell me of beautiful things
I’ll say they are foreign to me
except the vast globe I create
between you and me I conceive.

Talk of no other please,
beauty of things to me see
is only in my eye above
in and out things I breathe.

But my mind I find is a dark
chasm of some torn seas.
Look place love as a mark
then maybe in love I’ll be.

I’ll love you far and wide
across the stars and skies
I won’t be smart or wise
it’s okay I know it’s alright.

Because words purge fine,
when on graces we dine.
Don’t be disturbed or miss
a crime in constructed design.

Catch things of beauty
so of them I will conceive
I will love your own duties
and return beautiful scenes.

I don’t talk of any other
because you’re in mind constant.
I know of no brother but
a woman’s love guides me content.