Such magnificent beauty,
that I might never touch

Such perfect, slender grace
that I may only watch from afar.

I stand here lonely in my dreams,
never to know thy love...

I have only seen true beauty twice,

the type that moves one to weep.
the first was upon a vermielle rose
its ruby petals so dark, so deep

the second was upon a warriors blade
the razor edge, the cold hard steel
the type that through ones foes dost wade.

True beauty is in the carress of peace,
True beauty is in the rage of war,
And true beauty always lays in the temperence of the two...