You must have been appalled to find a world so discrete, almost blind to your flaws. You left our world, a true beauty--- beauty not even lacking poetry you were so beautiful. Remember the lines you read to me written just that afternoon? You were a poet and bathed physically, too, eyes, near you, a poet---and beautiful, too. How did you do? On the earth? Your nose was long and you did not age well. What was it like being ugly? "You say they were discrete. They were. No one allowed themselves to voice a truth of which every single eye was proof. I was suspended in carelessness and song. Partial beauty was enough for them. I could not tell them they were wrong. One guessed I was beautiful. And since I knew I was, I loved. I returned the love."