Beauty is but a mans perception,
of that which enlightens his soul,
whether it be art or a womans complexion,
t'will make a mans heart whole.
For beauty is not a vision or a dream,
yet it is a feeling of compasion,
one which however distant it may seem,
one can always feel its passion,
A passion which we each cherish...
for it's hate nor,
sorrow that we compare with,
that whatever we may adore.
But it is a joyful,
Cheerful and loving touch,
that reminds us to be loyal,
to the beauty that makes us feel as such.
And for me it is true,
that i see beauty in she,
la fille qui je veux,
etre moi petite amie.
Pour elle est belle.