May You Be Mine
I look around as if I am powerful.
I can not see beyound the beauty
Of the eyes of the beholder. I don't
think that you understand why I am here.
You just look at me as if I am dieased,
Why may I ask? I am not. I am as normal
as the leaves on the trees. I might add your
as beautiful as a shining suit of amor,
But yet do you think I am nothing. You are