Strolling through the belvedere at sunset, just with you,
I pretended that I’d brought you here for the uncanny view.
Yet I really formed a rapt audience of one.
You are the only view I seek when the day is done.
I’m just your part time lover, and yet I must confess
that when I see your line of jaw, your hair braid or your dress,
it catapults my heart into regions that are new.
I’d like to make a wallpaper of visions just of you
so that all the whole day long, whatever I might do,
I could live forever surrounded by your view.