Beauty Kills Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Her beauty clasps the earth,
And the morrows sees not bliss,
Only rain comes and shows its worth,
In the tears of a single kiss.

Oh strings,
Strings and arms of beauty,
Why has thou blessed her,
and not another.

For she does not love me,
Oh irony of love,
Shall tell me to kill thee,
And no other.

And yet I stay my blade,
My wounds are where it be,
I stay my flesh and bone,
For all belong to thee.