The day has dawned
To reveal
Such a
Beauty and
Passion,
To explain this
Beauty
Would be futile
For each pixel
Of beauty
Is a description of
A thousand words
Or more.
The day has dawned
Revealing
Such an exquisite
Garden
Of which to write about
And as I gaze
In my amazement
And wonder,
I think of
The one whom I love,
For these same feelings,
Not quite identical,
Exist within me.
As I gaze at this
Ravishing garden,
It sweeps a spell across
My heart
And as I get to know this garden,
It becomes my
Secret,
For only I know
Of its actuality,
And it bewilders me
And befuddles me
With its' idyllic way...
I long to bring him here,
To share with him
The true beauty of a world
Filled with human,
Then I remember
I am only human,
He is only a man
And no matter how beautiful
And lovely
He seems,
He is always a man
And men do not see authentic
Beauty,
They only see artificial beauty,
Like within plastic women
And cars.
Genuine beauty is in nature
Not in the things that they create
With their mortal hands,
With their temporal knowledge,
With their ephemeral brains,
Their tiny lore is nothing
Compared to the beauty
Of trees and plants,
Of all things pure...
And that is why, Daimon,
I cannot share with you
My secret garden
No matter how beautiful
And wonderful
And pure it is,
For you cannot know beauty
If you only count
What is on the outside
And not the inside...
