Mine’s bigger than yours
Does that intimidate you?
Is that why you smile
When you look at me?

If I made it straight
Would that open thy gates?
If it were narrower
Would that
Maybe smaller, perhaps
So we’d be a better match?
Why don’t I change it?
More To thy liking.
If I knew of it.

But then again
This is the way I am
And to mine self I’ll be true
To the very end
Larger than all men
In vision and ambition
Pretension and passion
In grandeur and candor
Loyal and honest
To be simply the best
With only thee
to humble me
And mine hope
That’s enough for thee.

Of my nose, to thee,
I will say this:
Don’t linger on it,
Really,
Believe me,
It’s not the biggest
Or best
Part of me.

Ronberge (anno primo)

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