Let beauty breed.
Do you think there was any other reason I loved you?
It was your beauty. And the need
For beauty is all there is in love.
Brokenhearted, I turned philosopher,
And every precept is born of her.
It is not you anymore.
Beauty is wealth, and you have made me poor.
She provides me beauty every day
Since you made that sour face and went away.
She smiled on me, and then
I acquired temper, folly, understanding,
Which escapes other men.
Oh sure, there is grime
In bus stations and train stations.
There’s great indifference. I don’t care.
Lack of beauty is no crime.
Resentment of beauty is everywhere.
You’ll love me again. Take your time.