Beauty's Last Breath... Poem by Trevor Schulte

Beauty need not be given,
nor is it bought at a price.
One need not seek it out but find it in one's self.
The beauty that speaks the most
is found in the depths of one's soul.
The care you give, the passion you spread;
the encouraging words that lifts each head.
The touch that can heal the deepest wound
and comfort the mere infancy of one's soul.
Oh, how beautiful you are
when your life is lived for something more.
To turn the leaf and break the silence
that downcasts your existence of unspoken deeds.
But instead, yell with pure joy,
fleeing from fallen feelings that fray beauty's identity,
and reaching the outcasted serenity
of a soul's work that breaks the bounds of disgust;
loosens the limits of iniquity;
and furthers oneself to stand forth with true entity.
Not afraid of what beats the broken,
but steadfast in belief that beauty will exist
as long as one makes it persist.
For to find beauty in a fallen world,
the definition must be disclosed;
and the ever infinite answer of love
will finally be exposed.
That if love will ultimately be,
The mumbles of your last breath;
than beauty, my dear friend,
will never taste death.