Pygmalion

For you who could not love a woman
 I'd like to create a woman
Who'd love you like I love
The you I don't even know who.
She'd be just what you need
She'd be the perfect company
She'd make you feel love
For love is what I want to sow in you
That sweet delicate bloom of the soul.
No, you're not in my heart
My heart is inside you.

beauty

A face lit by honesty
A forehead of noble intellect
Clear eyes of clean conscience
Two stereophonic ears
For catching the music of the spheres
A nose breathing wonder
Plump cheeks of joy
Soft lips of gentle words
This is the beauty of the soul.