Beauty
I am often so delighted,
Mesmerized and hypnotized,
As I hear the bees buzzing
With magic in their sound,
Flying my soul to celestial height,
Kissing flowers like a light,
Delving inside very deep,
With a cheerful soul peep,
Then my soul smiles with joy
Finding there my radiant being
And I speak to myself,
Watch beauty at its best
Beauty is God himself,
I then sing a mellow song
He who loves his beauty,
Loves his lord
Mykoul
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