I Saw You Once

I saw you once, now fixed in me you nest,
Where even Odalisque your grace can’t test.
An endless sea of charms engulfs my view,
Like Friedrich’s monk, I stand in awe of you.

I saw you once and Kant fast seemed to chime:
Your beauty overwhelmed, then turned sublime.
My heart thus veered from blurry Turner’s Storm
To bright euphoric Dawn in shape and form.

I saw you once and felt that artist spark:
The Courting Couple in van Gogh’s old park;
Millet’s Potato Planters harmony;
Or praying Angelus in symphony.

I’d be the Sunrise in Monet’s rich hue:
A color, complementary of you.