Beauty

I once eyed a beauty,
true beauty was he,
his hair and his eyes,
true beauty to see,
his face was carved out,
under stone mason's tool,
but his skin was not hard,
and his touch was not cool,
his smile made it morning,
it brightened the day,
in fields we sat laughing,
where children did play,
i once eyed a beauty,
true beauty was he,
i hope one summer he'll
laugh again with me.