Beauty

Beauty sings
Beauty dances
Beauty wedding bell rings
And in young men stirs a thousand unheard romances

Beauty grows old
Beauty dies so very young
Sits and listens to stories
Of peace and tales of war

Beauty chats and chitters
With her friends sits and twitters
Beauty lays in a field of dark red roses
Lays there with her love
Lays there all alone

Beauty rides accross the desert sands
Flows through the ocean's deep blue swell
Beauty glides the winter wind
And dances against the summer fire

Beauty is wicked
And sometimes may seem wrong
Beauty is fair
Free and sometimes so very smooth

Beauty comes to me
And rests deep in you
But never misses her time
Although sometimes does not always follow her cue