Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Except Valentine

I have made a mess of it Lord
And yet you have given me a daughter
Who came from the sea I believe it
And whose picture’s in the Prado
Among the ancient beauties somewhere
At least that’s how I remember
It when I was a boy
How frightening and wonderful
Everything seemed
What real what dreamed
And then to wake up in this world
How everything looked beaten down
Or puffed up except when beauty
Stalked me and I knew that I was loved

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