Beautiful Things

Many beautiful things I have often seen; It's been a long time coming, of these I have dreamed Many splendored things I've adorned glamour's charm dressed to the hilt, haughty good taste I, too, have bought; Fancy pearls I do still adore, yet it's gaudy baubles, a stale quilt I shall keep forevermore not out of haste, such is a waste, none of silly pride hardly seem to be quite satisfied; But of those scorned, poor, sentimental fools who weep and me, left with naught but selfish, ingratitude inside, whose garden of life never grows; Now my soul has befallen into a sleep, alas, my sweet English rose has withered and died This which is truer to the eye than that of the beholder therein, am I, who knows not, too much older to perceive the beauty that lies within?, a golden heart that becomes fonder with each insightful passing breath; If such is one who leaves me lifeless, a spellbound midsummer eve's dance weaving wealth from timeless wonder who holds an essence of which I believe, perchance I might ponder, then over the pure beauty of death Many beautiful things I have often seen in a time lost not so long ago; Whose treasures hath come and gone, of this, I've pleasantly dreamed Copyright 8/00 SMS Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 05:30 PM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz   12 • 10 • 1