Creative Beauty

Beauty is he, towards the world,
In which people are blind and ignorant.
In its face, his dreams uncurled,
Showing someone what he really did want.

O the deepest of affections
Go unheeded, whereas his go afar.
Genius expressed in many directions
Towards the other, turns one sour.

Through his nimble frame born are they,
The children of his mind. When in time
They will begin to learn and play,
For it is the happy noodle they mime.

In the time to come, with more children made,
Through outlandish realised dreams soon to be,
Let him know that one holds no blade
Against the distant other close to he.
If what I feel in my soul is true,
Then I say this : I adore you.