I've been drawn to beauty like the writings on my walls where the wind moves briskly with the waving seas.
Where the tides chase for speed, neglecting competition, imitating a winter breeze on a summer's night where the sun is silenced by the stars that zone the coastal region late at night.
Man ruthless by nature, buried by temptation and heat, repent their aggression to embrace new life.
My mouth whistles to my tongue a cry for hunger, a lust for beauty.
I motion for caged winds only to find that beauty is who possesses the breeze, so I'm drawn to her like a mirror; I'm drawn to her like a dream.
As the ship sails by beauty passes on by to display her well-being to non-believers, not imitating one's woman, so I'm drawn to her reflection.
My eyes begin to move across the paged waters where beauty analyzes my every thought.
Beauty is real
Beauty is understood by man's heart
Rich by land and sea before life
Beauty is wonder and kind
The goddess of immortality
Beauty is which controls my every wave of existence
Beauty is a Queen in the eyes of GOD