all_complete silentbob All complete The Devil, in my lofty room, This morning came to visit me And trying hard to catch me out, He told me: "I would like to know, Amongst all of the lovely things That make up her unique allure Among the objects black and pink That give shape to her charming form, Which is the sweetest." - Oh my soul! You answered straight the Hated One: "Since in her everything is ravishing, There's nothing there can be preferred. As each thing moves me, I know not If one seduces more than all the rest She dazzles like the blazing Dawn Consoles me like the restful Night; The harmony is too sublime, That governs all her body fair, For powerless analysis To note each of its sweet accords. O mystic metamorphosis Of all my senses melted into one! Her very breath is made of song, Just as her voice becomes perfume! Charles Baudelaire 020227 what's it to you? who go blather from