Beauty! O Beauty!
Be you a woman
Whose skin be smooth and pale,
Yearning for a wave of joy
To wash over you tenderly?

And have you raven hair
To fill the night with envy?
I pray, Beauty, that you do.
O how wondrous it would be
To be utterly blanketed
Under the cloak of night
And vanish from beneath the sun!

And have you protean eyes
That shift in hue, I ask?
When sorrowful, I long to see
The halcyon eyes of a goddess
To inspire me with a gaze,
And when I have not a penny left,
I wish to look heavenwards
And see a sapphire pair
Glistening before me.

And be you timid –
A hare obscured in the grass –
Or be you bold –
A cat brushing his master’s leg?
If timid, then I shall seek you
With inviting arms and a smile.
But my search would be less arduous
If you were to be beside me.

But alas, I know you are no woman.
Beauty is far too divine,
For She is but the heavenly gold
That all seek merely to win.

This is why I now ask you,
Disciple of Beauty True
Who mirrors her every trait,
If I may worship Beauty
Through your very image,
Magnificent wonder that be.