The Definer

There and gone Now and then My Father, the swiftness! Its surpasses light It draws life's recipe From my Disambiguation Never a one Never, never a one Have I met Who so defines The sanguine The woman, the person Dark, not Blue Matters not to me Black as night Not gold as gold Should I concern? Complexion matters not Why do I love thee? Better are many a kind Say they Nice they say, thou art Nice? Yea, Pretty, even Beautiful They are all failed For definer you are Of all glory of visible immortals Why do I love thee? I know not The Definer! He has before ordained This indescribable constant