• Beauty is the female form
    And clearness of summer skies,
    Gentle calm after a storm
    And a loved ones soothing sighs.

    Mozart at the break of dawn
    The Cranberries in the night
    Beauty is hatred forlorn,
    And love in its sweet delight.

    True beauty is forgiving
    All of those you do despise,
    And to carry on living,
    With piety in your eyes.