Thy eyes belle...wanna be prufrock; to imagine thee and be nostelgic. In search of thee wanna be Britomart; in the land of fairy wanna searc thee day and night! o' belle as thee are my frozen knight. Wanna start a quest from earth to univers; as thy eyes have withered my coerce. wanna be Faustus and learn Necromancy; only to create for thee a land of fantacy. wanna be the clowns of Beckett; and wait for the in the name f Godot. wanna be the Grecian Urn; nly to curve thy image upon me. wanna go back to pre Raphaelite to paint thee; as Athena instructed me. wanna make me drunk with opium; not to leave the half as Kubla Khan... but to make thee complete as Ozymandias; and hide thee inside the pyramid. Thy eyes are s unique; as no need the arrow of cupid. o' for what there is heaven glory; as Helen carries all the beauty.