"Beauty"(unfinished)

Beauty comes from within.

With every word and action, a single person turns into a living wonder.

But as the world changes their set of eyes with amaurotic ones, beauty alters into a pulchritude.

Courtesy is no longer wished and only a pleasant face is desired.

And I ask thee, are paintings of divine people more alluring than the poems of the lyricists that fell for someone's veiled delicacy?