HISTORY OF ART BY H.W. JANSON
There is great beauty in the world
we all know this to be true
there is great love in the world
sometimes we're not so sure about this
Love at first sight exists and don't let
anyone tell you otherwise for they are wrong
perhaps jealous because they have not
yet experienced it for themselves
How could I know that seeing her
right ear - her ear! - would prove to me
that love at first sight was for real
and forever unfading undaunted unmatched
She was one seat in from the aisle
and to this day I wonder where did I get
the nerve to ask her: "Is this one free?"
and sat down right next to my destiny
In love for the rest of my life
though I wouldn't get the chance
to demonstrate that love for twenty years
you read that right: twenty years
She had skin like milk and small features
her face contained more beauty than I had
ever before beheld in one visage
the way she took notes slew me
The lecturer held great promise
for a life-changing class of all the world's art
shown in full-color slides from fertility idols
to the geniuses of the present day
But the real life change came for me
two days later when class met again
and she was sitting in the same seat
and I sat next to her beautiful ear again
we all know this to be true
there is great love in the world
sometimes we're not so sure about this
Love at first sight exists and don't let
anyone tell you otherwise for they are wrong
perhaps jealous because they have not
yet experienced it for themselves
How could I know that seeing her
right ear - her ear! - would prove to me
that love at first sight was for real
and forever unfading undaunted unmatched
She was one seat in from the aisle
and to this day I wonder where did I get
the nerve to ask her: "Is this one free?"
and sat down right next to my destiny
In love for the rest of my life
though I wouldn't get the chance
to demonstrate that love for twenty years
you read that right: twenty years
She had skin like milk and small features
her face contained more beauty than I had
ever before beheld in one visage
the way she took notes slew me
The lecturer held great promise
for a life-changing class of all the world's art
shown in full-color slides from fertility idols
to the geniuses of the present day
But the real life change came for me
two days later when class met again
and she was sitting in the same seat
and I sat next to her beautiful ear again
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