1. to my muse  
Oh my handsome fatal foe
You’re my electric boogaloo  
Your eyes like a green stone
You make me shiver deep in my bone
 
Your desert storm
Brought me to heavenly feelings to be born
The heat directed me to snowfields 
Even there your greens forbid me to make deals
 
Thank God I could not bribe you with diamonds
Your yearning goes beyond these 
Me I could not do better than better than to make you a Brooche  
Even this was not yours but maybe for Maria’s coach 
 
Oh my handsome fatal foe 
You make me do
Everyday again I can express my passion
In to making the oldest human expression!

-Ted Noten