Beauty has a Face

"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
That cannot help but dart
Because of lover's trace:

"Beauty has a face."​

Night Owl, 2016.