True Beauty Poem by Matthew Fowler

In this world, true beauty is so hard to find.
Sacrifices laten truth but for no good reason.
Maybe that is yet know, to fall upon our minds.
Maybe thine beauty shant be true by the seasons.

Or a sunset on the distance, a golden radiant orb.
Or the crystal lake, which dances on thine sand.
Or maybe the human spirit bound to look for lost lore.
Setting dreams of that golden sun on some forgotten land.

Maybe its the dream that our souls are free.
To long on the years and not be chained by earthly bounds.
The hope that our souls have a purpose in the life alone.
Maybe that true beauty is not yet meant to be found.

Maybe it is because it only can try its hardest.
To hold within her wrathful place
And that the thunder of the years doth not hence
And this pain is true beauties face.