I cannot deny
The appeal to the
eye
Of certain symmetries
The curve or the
line
Whether bold or
quite fine
Does often, my
fancy, tease
An even space the
patterns grace
Always pulls me toward
that place
By a strange sort
of gravity
Some thing inside can’t
be denied
Like an ocean reef at
the tide
My heart fills
every cavity
Some things just go better together then others...
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