I love you the way
Goethe loved Rubens
For his acute memories of nature
'in the minutest particulars'
I love you the way a fake painting
Cannot be told from its masterpiece
'in the minutest particulars'
I love you the way your greens
Nestle up against the blue
Like Delos clutching its ruins
You know the shore I mean
I love you the way
You wake me from my dreams
To your minutest particulars
And call it dawn
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