Would you laugh at me if I called you beautiful?
Would you say to me, in your nightingale's voice, that I was mad to think it so?
Would you be surprised at all to know that I have seen you in my dreams?
Would you think me foolish if I shuddered at your touch?
Could you know the things I think when I see you on the street?
Or care to know the things I feel when I see you in my dreams?
Would you think me strange if you knew I watched you move across the room
(like a lion, graceful, strong, and proud)?
Probably you think me an idiot for writing this at all
and so I am, an idiot,
but that does not make you any less beautiful
or these words any less true.
So take them as you will
an idiot's dreams, a romantic's ravings
or maybe just my way of telling you you're pretty.

AcB 02.28.01