She was sitting on a bench, with her hair golden
spun from some ancient earthen vein and set
with the deep ruby blood of a mountain,
I know it’s wrong to stare, but one moment yet.
Please know that there’s no lust meant by my
gaze
but only innocent fascination,
if you looked up to see me now, you may
not understand my startled explanation.
This, your beauty, does not foul-up my thoughts
but raises them to see life’s good beauty
hidden away by jealous faces bought
and more so by its own good humility.
But
you’ve looked up, so I will look away,
knowing
your good beauty, keeping it always.
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