Old wise one
As beautiful as you can be
You have no idea
The pleasure you give to me
You teach me to unknowingly
The fine eye of beautiful you
How the paper walks
Each step you tell it to
Which is an after thought for me
For the high of your intensity
Coz it's a beautiful thing
When you make my heart sing
Just like your sail upon a breeze
You are perfect poetry
In every sense of the notion
Hence this devote devotion
For the pleasure you are to me