"Beauty has a face." I whispered to the sun. As clouds swirled invisibly And leaves began to strum. "Beauty has a name." Spoke I with heavenly mirth. "O I know all to well" Replied mother earth. "Not far but near dwells she Midst mortal men as mortal lass, But touched divine With solely grace mass." "Ah what marvel sublime" Said I within my mind, Whilst lounging like cat within the sun, Repeating to myself, Words like breeze That fan the flame Which burns in heart...
