From the roaring child, with a tiger painted face
To the warmth found within the sanctuary of an honest embrace.

Beauty comes in many a disguise
Tricking us, to lower our defences with its shallow hidden lies.

Deep in spirit it can touch our private soul
Or embellished through cosmetics, plays a more primitive role.

Exploding like fireworks, a solar flare of destruction
It overloads our senses, setting untold cogwheels into motion.

Clear water trickling along a streams edge
Calming our nerves, unlike the intentions behind a marriage pledge.

Beauty my friend, I dream of you
Of how you will let me sleep at your side and always be true.

But I know that what I see is a trick of the mind
I understand how my world, is a mixture of both the cruel and the kind.

For me, what eases my fears
Can cause others to hyperventilate, sweat induced tears.

Fabricated, manufactured and retailed as scented lotion
It can feed our hunger, more readily than thought, reflection and notion.

Dreams of the mind, to lower my defences
Will not compare to the cure for cancer, without consequences.

The abolition of the depleted uranium shell
To remove the deformities from a new born babies hell.

Freedom, to express how I feel
Laughter woven into the air, allowing the harsh to seem unreal.

Peace from my mind, with a moment to keep
Stolen from a dream, as eyes wide I walk whilst asleep.

A kiss, with no bitterness to taint my lips
Beauty can dazzle the blind, mirroring each solar eclipse.

Is Beauty found within the beast, dispersed from a love potion?
Or is it his tenderness that woos and leads to desire through devotion?

In isolation will Beauty sour?
My advice is not to fear, but embrace it and let love flower.