What is beauty?  Personality?  Flash?  Flesh?  
Limbs and legs and mounds, the way one is composed?

A nose, a mouth, hair short or long, none at all?
Is beauty the way you came from the womb and grew?

Purity is beauty to some, but others markup their skin,
And it is their beauty, drawn in lines of ink.

Or, can we be beauty personified?  Perhaps in how we love?
I am told that I am attractive, pretty, some say, "Beautiful."

When I am dead and just so much dust or ash,
I don't want my life summed up by a fleshly container.

Please say, "She was a beautiful person in her love."

His ex tried to warn me;

He was a serial monogamist.
Love would always die,
Truth be told, he killed it.

A leap of faith would be required,
After years of painful memories of first love
I thought I'd take a chance and step off.

It was almost my last leap!
How was I to know that I was jumping
Into the arms of a fool?

Give ear, and I will speak, my love.
Hear the words of my mouth, my love.
Let my words trickle as the dew.

Let them refresh and renew, my love,
As gentle rain upon the grass
And copious showers which come at last,

My love is like that.

Floated in pools of honeyed-colored light
Autumn leaves caught the morning bright
Thus bringing summer's end with each new night.

Summer's foliage had built a garden so full of green delight
And played upon cheeks quite fair and eyes of childish spite;
While winter becomes a garment wrapped
   around our throats too tight.

Learning to live without fear
Learning to love without fear
Learning to love Fear
Because Fear needs someone
To live

Life can be so silly
In all its absurdities;
And the strangest of things
Can bring us to our knees.

Yes, I am strange, unusual see?
But quite happy in my deformity.
I love this solitude of mine and me,
And life's absurdities.

Their music surely shaped my life
As I grew into adulthood.
She loves you, yea, yea, yea, while
We drifted in yellow submarines
Within psychedelic seas.
The split that ripped our hearts apart
Screamed that he was dead, but
I can still hear blackbirds
Singing in my head.