With Your Beauty
Before,
I was a greedy man
You gave me a gift
to distinguish the difference
between the beauty of sexual desire and
the power of love
Now,
I can walk down
the streets of Manhattan
not being bothered
I saw the most beautiful dandelion the day.
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