This Is My World
I imagine a beautiful woman,
her skin sweet sends sensual airs,
I know as I have been given
an opportunity to caress her wares.
I wonder sometimes when trying to find word
to describe my love, to understand without absurd
reckoning of that which I might not deserve,
yet, while I am now beyond wondering my nerve.
She is beauty in elegance, that which describes
the travails of the world’s finest scribes
I am in love with a woman I cannot have today
though a society decides what is right, I still sway.