I am in love with one woman.
She was the most stunning system
Of meat, bone and spirit
I had ever witnessed
In my life.
Seeing Munch's Scream
For the first time was dull in
Comparison.
Collosseum was a pile of rocks,
Las Vegas an epileptic's nightmare.
All the places I have been and seen
Are no longer memories,
But places I have no peace with
Until I bring her there
To share
Them with her, and visa versa.
Look what the Romans built
Before Vikings roamed.
Romans, behold this beauty,
This blink of time, this mild drop of
Breath into oceans of atmosphere,
The art of arts in my humble
Gallery of Man.
This love that I love with the full
Weight of my person and will,
That loves to make me laugh,
Call me old; even dinosaur,
To make me angry, then mellow.
That plays me like a child plays
A whittled flute
With no single thought
Of Mozart or
Grieg.
I am in love with
One
Woman.
The Just in
*Just One.