My Beatrice

Other women are beautiful
You make me dream.
Their eyes may sparkle,
Yours have the sun.
Their lips may be sweet,
Yours are tart.

Other women are kind,
You are cruel.
They may be gentle,
You bring anguish.
Their words are pleasant,
Yours seduce.

Other women are light,
You shadow my heart.
They are the stars,
You’re the sable between.
They may be pleasing,
For you I suffer.