How I Love Her
Yes, you may rightly claim that I love her
But so do I love all things wonderful and inspiring to my imagination.
I love her, not as a man desirous of her mortal company and the satisfaction of the lust in me
Or, as a soul struck by her vanity
But as a poet...
As a poet to reveal the secret mind of God,
That's how I love her.
So you mistake my glance dear lady,
It is not her that I am after,
It's the God from which she came,
Let me be.