A romantic piece about beauty
Dark abstract spoken word
Lyrics
If beauty were a rose
then the most perfect rose
I would name thee
beauty of form
and of heart grace thee
thy maker made thee well
shaping and molding
with the gentle hands of a sculptor
working with soft clay
petals soft and flawless
leaves blowing gracefully
like dancers on the wind
How can one pick you
and deprive the world
of such beauty
how can hands so awkward
hold you and not crush you
I am but an ordinary man
reaching out toward perfection
in hope you will melt
my stone cold heart
you oh perfect rose.
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