pâté

if for a pumpkin then a pie

the ancient poets often lied

when saying fairest of them all

was who with whom they were enthralled

 

but any coast on any sea

from origins of all poetry

have never seen the way you look

which makes me fill this very book

 

a beauty fair, beyond compare

with any woman any where

at any time or century

your beauty and my poetry

 

would make the poets all re-write

confessing that they’ve seen the light

if beauty were a banquet feast

all else have dined on what is least

 

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