What is this beauty I see? That has turned
all heads in both wonder and spite.
Before this night had come, only the rising and
setting of the sun had caught the glint of my eye.
But not the sun or the moon, heaven or the earth
can sit on the throne of true radience.
Not when the crown has found a new head to
sit upon.
And all I ask is that you return my gaze, and freeze
both the rising and setting sun.
Allowing the world to marvel at them for a little
while longer.
Does beauty have a name? Or do you call it
a whisper, for it is all that I deserve.
And what ocean of sky can compare to eyes
like yours?
The stars themslves could not sparkle like the
gems that form your smile.
And if you are the fruit that hangs from the tree,
then allow me to pluck you from the sky.
The taste of your rosy flesh is a powerful addiction,
and is known to drive men into madness.
But so bold is my heart that it is ready to take
the first bite.
Yet before my lips can meet with your own, you
are pulled away as the rising sun, allowing the rest
of the day to continue.
All I can do is wait for you to set, and as the moon
takes over your watch,
I can finally hear the name of beauty.
And her name is...
