Surround yourself with beauty

Nothing will be spoiled.

Surround yourself with indignant pride

Everything suddenly becomes soiled.

Lift a ladder to a roof sometime

Gain access to the top

Throw yourself from it

Land  with a flop.

Start a fire in the woods

Keep yourself nice and warm

Start yourself on fire though

You become a different form.

There is beauty within the man

The one she worships like a god

It’s a fruitful ambition to say the least

If only she weren’t flawed.

Tears come down like rain on her

When she thinks this may be true

You can nod your head and sigh all you want

You know inside she  wants you.

i am his wife