There and gone
Now and then
My Father, the swiftness!
Its surpasses light
It draws life's recipe
From my Disambiguation

Never a one
Never, never a one
Have I met
Who so defines
The sanguine
The woman, the person

Dark, not Blue
Matters not to me
Black as night
Not gold as gold
Should I concern?
Complexion matters not

Why do I love thee?
Better are many a kind
Say they
Nice they say, thou art
Nice?
Yea, Pretty, even Beautiful

They are all failed
For definer you are
Of all glory of visible immortals
Why do I love thee? I know not
The Definer! He has before ordained
This indescribable constant