Beauty's Face

I awakened and kissed beauty’s face, Twice on her cheeks, once over her brow, The sun continued with his slow pace As her lips parted with a smile that grow Into a beam bounding me with her grace. But to where would I escape and hide, She has eyes that can probe everywhere, As I walk she seems to walk by my side While I seek for the center of the sphere That surrounds us devouring my pride. Better to pretend and after the sunrise, Give to beauty her deserved share: Kisses that will dress her with my praise. Yet, we know that the best praises are those give when beauty is also a surprise.