Yours is the Beauty

Yours is the beauty that lasts through the ages,
Yours is the beauty to admire, not to keep;
For beauty like that is currently in danger,
Not something to hold; only something to see.

It’s fragile and darling, ethereal and free,
It’s soothing and soft and it quells all the anger;
Classical and ancient, it lulls you to sleep,
Beauty so unreal, it transcends all the genders.

Yours is the sweetness that all birds covet,
Such a relief from this life and its pain,
So good to me, has me writing sonnets,
Makes me believe what I’m doing’s not in vain.

Yours is the passion that licks like a flame,
A fire igniting every nerve in my skin;
Tempting, a tease, sure to drive me insane,
Takes me to heaven though I know it’s a sin.

Yours is the trust, that blind faith over love;
That infinite compassion, the innocent bliss,
Don’t you see that deserving of such, I am not?
But not seeing’s, in fact, an advantage to me.

Yours is the love I’ve got left in my heart,
Flowing in waves, like the wind among trees,
Ebbing away only to come right back,
Erasing my pain and then setting me free.