If you would have a taste of fashion
You would need first to undress
The kindest one who lives, for fashion is most kind
When it covers casually a kind and pleasant mind.
So love will tell you what to do
Only when you are kind, and one who unkindly undresses you
Will lose out to fashion, and not know the beauty
That invents beauty out of kindness, and wraps the pleasant pleasantly.
Nature fashions fashion; I will apologize immediately
For thinking that you, or your thought, or your look
Might be contained in a poem, a scene, or a book.
Not even love can say what you—especially you—mean to me.