I’ve found in you a brightness,
that lights away the night,
and the sweetest model of decadence
never indecent or impolite.
You’re a Rembrandt above a mantel,
flowers in a platinum vase,
and I’ve chosen how to value
your exacting extravagance.
The world rests in your pocket,
and your stars await command,
and I with my dreams of fancy
have accepted where I stand.