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you're too beautiful for me
and it's a sin
that cherubim and seraphim
should announce at your arrival
but arrive you must
and bring with you
gifts of I know not what

'you must' -
a strange concoction
not, perhaps, appropriate
for a million things,
acts of God, or man,
or superstition, or simple
better judgement
might bring you not to come

for one suspects
that heavy snowfall -.
icing the paths
or previously forgotten appointment
might just intrude
on this that is, at the moment,
my imaginary interlude

and the imagination's
working overtime
concocting fairytales
and this one's one
just of the above
a tonteria came of
lilly-livered indiscretion

and if you do,
and you might
just come by as announced
what will pass
should most almost assuredly be
a pleasant repast

and nothing more
o nada mas
though I feel I've used that before
and it's true, as they say
that not just you are
too beautiful
but too wise and too
of the world and too far gone
before you get here.