You are, and have, the beauty
I desired, and desire still,
And always will be the -
Image that hovers in my mind at rest,
Where no image but you has ever come.
(For as you know, from arguments
At bus-stops, I now think,
That I, do not see things as pictures
In my mind.) But still, I see
You, true, and lovelier, and real,
(And as an image,
Probably in teal).