Sei Shonagon
I wrote this when I was reading The Pillow Book, a diary by Sei Shonagon. The Heian period (c. 800-1200 AD) is so weird, if you like history you should definitely look into it. A Heian lady actually wrote what is regarded as the first novel. They lived for poetry, and the only topic worth pursuing (aside from court gossip) was the beauty of nature.

A woman
Sits at her writing desk
All grace and brightly layered robes.
Her hair is not like yours.
Her skin is thick with powder.
Her worries curve in a direction you cannot follow.
Even her moon is too new.
But while she watches this moon
White round face upturned
A small reflection of its object
Briefly
Her heart is your heart.