Farewell the Beauty Of
She be like the best of rose
which is not recalled by name,
Cool as ice yet warmed by scent
that sets tortured hearts aflame.
Distant like the furthest star
twinkling late into the night;
Somehow lost to morning’s sun
yet still held within your sight.
Never truer words are spoke
than to say nothing at all
When passing the master’s brush
over pictures on the wall.
She’ll be kept for years to come,
handed down the lines of time;
Lingering from thoughts of youth
in that “she had once been mine”.
Out of an autumn’s fever
she’ll come rambling into view,
Unchanged since those days gone by
when she did but just pass through.
Somewhere in those memories
that await the coming spring,
Hope has been chained to the soul
which suffers for ev’rything.
Yesterday is now an age
lost upon the grounds that burn,
Well before that bridge too far
stands the point of no return.
Remember her one last time
as the light fades o’er the rise;
Only Heaven truly knows
where it is the beauty lies.
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