BEAUTY BRINGS ME LOVE

I came,
because the tint of change
battered my lonesome heart:
all things good became bad,
happiness turned sad,
and my loathsomeness of self,
surged through wide-open veins.

I came,
as loneliness gnawed at the core of me,
my heart crying tears of sin ridden years:
the tribulations of pain,
for a soul lost in hell's flames!

I came,
because her smile glowed fair and true,
and the ballet of her eyes,
overcame me with gracefulness....

And now beauty brings me love,
changing wintry days of unforgiveness and shame...
Yea, now flowers bloom -- birds fly,
singing love songs for beauty and I.

Aye, beauty brings me love,
stroking her lovely face, I kiss her lips,
standing in sweet lover's bliss -- embracing,
vowing our love through infinite space,
groaning within the whispers of passion!

I came to love...
now my blood runs pure,
for love is life -- I've been set free,
as beauty brings me love.