Cold Park.

I want to escape to my own
ideas of beauty.
Believing that Beauty treads further
than the eyesight of the beholder,
I accept my selfishness
and want what my own eyes see clearest.
The feeling will pass
in twenty minutes,
when I see
how she sees
the beauty I can't.

I will wish for her beauties also
to improve my vision,
and probably forget
it's my selfishness
impairing my sight.