See,
it’s kind of like Gaudí,
how I’m taken by your form,
your nature,
and I’ll build churches for hundreds of years based on the bow of your lips,
or the bones of your knuckles,
and tell the story of your life on stained glass windows,
leaving no detail untold,
and if the tourists have to wait seven generations to hear the whole legend of you,
I know their great-great-great-great grandchildren
will enjoy it.