Does beauty breathe inside a deer whose grandeur follows
Each incidental awkward step, each joyful stride,
Or does it shine through canvas, rich in vibrant colors,
That praises creature’s forceful stance, exquisite pride?

Does beauty speak in tongue of natural emotion,
In simple words of soul unclouded and sincere,
Or does it dwell within a verse, precise and cautious,
Its voice revised to flatter every pair of ears?

Can someone reach indeed the heights of pristine perfect
Adopting vanity, despisal for the flaw,
Or would he rive his roots, deliberately orphaned,
Rejecting beauty that was always his to own?

Not sounding dulcet lie a song sparks flame of sences,
But its allegiance to the truth of life pretenseless.