Sunday, December 23, 2012
The rhythm of beauty connives without doubt,
Its sacred beauty is that of beauty but without;
For the forces at work shall consider the rigid
And sworn oath from the heart can contains blood.
The beautiful wellness, such as the one I possess,
Concentrates in the arteries accomplishing their task.
One discovers a challenge of the holding,
For when do comely faces bestow mercy?
It is the beauty within that bothers nobody,
Bells chime with beaming delight from beds
Of benign characteristics, that let you sleep in peace.
I have seen enough love in my heart and veins
To suggest a simple repose is in calling,
For to call a post a beautiful bed with rhythm
Is to signal tasty thoughts to the mind at pleasure.