Starring back, I acknowledge the presence of pure real beauty
Raw, rare and unique it conforms before me like a jig-saw puzzle
A beauty not of this world, the world behind or the world yonder
But a beauty befitting the singing arch angels stationed up so high
Before me stands an angel with a sullen face and clipped off wings
The transparency within its mirror like eyes shames the devils blare
Through its eyes I see a soul that bubbles with joy, wonder and life
It foams, froths, sizzles and spouts in everything and all there is
The gushes and spastic spats washes everything and all there is
Joy, wonder, life and happiness play a merry tune in all there is
I'll sing to thye of beauty and grace to unblind the blind earth
I'll embrace thye beauty for as long as blood and life still runs in me
I'll paint thye beauty on the highest mountain and blue sky for all to see
I'll bear thye portrait around my neck so all may know who I stand for
Thye is thye mirrored image of beauty and hope in heavens, hell and earth
May your pure soul be a remedy to my broken tormented soul?
I'll lay my everything on the altar for your beauty to find me worthy
Place your gentle hand upon my heart, make the anguish seize
Honor me with a cup of your beauty so that I might regain my beauty
What I lost I see in your eyes, your laughter a reflection of mine
They so a big awkward body, I saw a so pure soul trapped within
They saw thousands of wrinkles, I saw wisdom and experience
They saw crooked teeth in your smile, I saw a sincere smile
They saw thin out of place legs, I saw a magical and confident walk
They saw all the ugliness afloat they missed all the beauty within