Beauty Is Temporary

Beauty without grace is like Fish far displaced from water And watching it die right there Is like living in a world with no air It is that flame That burns within them That bonfire they never want to see end If seen beyond the eyes view A flower's beauty is so much satisfying when picked And its sweet fragrance captivates thirst Within love - seeking hearts Like that of a seductive touch Not even the finest piece of art or photograph could capture It's beauty under the scorching sun From a thorn comes a rose And from a rose comes a thorn But when beauty soon fades It remains a mere bit of finery to be thrown aside