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Beauty & the World, Poetry

The Eye of Beauty

What is Beauty?
A heart calls and saddens
An image rises and falls
An eye looks yonder
Searching for that true exquisite
Where is beauty?
In the eye of those who seeketh it?
Can love covereth the soul, but not embrace the face?
Tears fall.
Trembling down a wall stiff with agony
Smiles arise across a face worthy of embracing
Hearts roll, Minds take a toll
Will the victim of love ever be released from the chains of beauty?
What is beauty?
Where is beauty?
Is it searching for that true exquisite perfection?



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