Beauty
Tarnished Beauty
How can Beauty be established if she
Is stained with deceit? Her fine pure cloth
Soon becomes ashamed, her many unblemished
Faces soon become angered by the error inflicted upon
Her.
One who has inner beauty, and one who maintains worldly
Beauty cannot stand side by side. For their egos will collide.
Worldly beauty will class herself as something much desired
and strived for, whilst inner beauty will rightly regard herself
As most high above all.
Over the years I have seen beauty tarnished. The worst kind is at
The hands of men . Diminished beauty is easily achieved amongst
The promises of a rascal , the hands of a smooth lipped fool and
certainly at the hands of the sweet looking gentleman.
You see beauty is too graceful and kind in her judgement upon
men, she defies her instinct as a sacrifice for temporary happiness.
But temporary happiness leaves stains that take years to remove.
If beauty shall decide to cower into one corner and deflect every
Promise of man, she shall be doomed. As beauty must have her groom
The one she has been separated from but must be reunited with. If beauty
doesn’t have hope, what hope is there for the rest of us? If a gift so captivating
feels man does not value her, how shall we women waiting in hope feel?
I sat by a river listening to the little ducklings feet bouncing along the ground,
I looked up and saw the big ball of fire clothing me in silky rays. I watched the luscious
green of the trees darken, your hand reached for my own, eyes sparkling with something
Foreign. I saw her for a brief moment. Beauty paying reverence to my undying hope.
How can Beauty be established if she
Is stained with deceit? Her fine pure cloth
Soon becomes ashamed, her many unblemished
Faces soon become angered by the error inflicted upon
Her.
One who has inner beauty, and one who maintains worldly
Beauty cannot stand side by side. For their egos will collide.
Worldly beauty will class herself as something much desired
and strived for, whilst inner beauty will rightly regard herself
As most high above all.
Over the years I have seen beauty tarnished. The worst kind is at
The promises of a rascal , the hands of a smooth lipped fool and
certainly at the hands of the sweet looking gentleman.
You see beauty is too graceful and kind in her judgement upon
men, she defies her instinct as a sacrifice for temporary happiness.
But temporary happiness leaves stains that take years to remove.
If beauty shall decide to cower into one corner and deflect every
Promise of man, she shall be doomed. As beauty must have her groom
The one she has been separated from but must be reunited with. If beauty
doesn’t have hope, what hope is there for the rest of us? If a gift so captivating
feels man does not value her, how shall we women waiting in hope feel?
I sat by a river listening to the little ducklings feet bouncing along the ground,
I looked up and saw the big ball of fire clothing me in silky rays. I watched the luscious
green of the trees darken, your hand reached for my own, eyes sparkling with something
Foreign. I saw her for a brief moment. Beauty paying reverence to my undying hope.
