Your approach to communication with me was flattering,
and I have begun to think of my earth shattering.
There exists great knowledge in your head,
but there must be something about you to dread.
Girls are girls
pearls are pearls
thoughts are the mind’s jewelry
philosophy is the mind’s journey.
An ancient artist of admirable talent
must have sat for hours creating your sculpture
by candlelight and daylight
chiseling your cheekbones.
If you must, destroy
the things in your path
with your looks
with your mind
certainly, you will find
in my books
use of your math
boy, oh boy.
Impressions may not last forever, who is to say?
Even once, you made my day.
My heart sank and I wish we drank
Under a starlit sky in the wilderness by a bridge.
Tell me of your mind,
make me see
things from another perspective
if you do, indeed,
not share my seed
and eastwardly direction,
make me see
past pure pretty.
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