Poem

Once love seeks to crash you down, it takes it’s time one by one.

Beauty for Ashes

To a beauty I saw that was nigh,

I said she was mine

and she, I her's.

But I knew it a lie

Till I came to My die.

I have tried on My own.

To understand this blessing I found,

She's a gem with fire.

Each tongue she burns My wholesome inside

and drops my beauty to ashes.

To a beauty I beheld

but to console she gave me no time

and spoke of my love being a farce.

Maybe now it's something I'll pry

Or maybe again, it'll slip like my dreams.

My beauty I held

in My arms and cried as she spoke of my lies.

My beauty laid bare as she turned them to ashes

and if I call on the mothers, would they hear my plight?

But I understand it's the beauty I sort.