Nothing Too Beautiful Lasts Quite A While

These manly hands have held another image itched in eternal stone looked on by an admirer running through crowds: feeling so lost and so alone! Nothing too beautiful lasts quite a while, it has the fragility of a delicate, perfumed rose soon to be snatched by a lover of ardent prose... ready to conquer the wild eyes of sapphire! Any poet staring at that joyful, serene face would write amorous verses that'll endure time, even a painter wouldn't hide such a fine grace: poetry and paintings carry souls into the sublime! Nothing too beautiful lasts quite a while, if beauty is a display of delight to anyone: we must preserve its image from forgetfulness! not allowing it to fade away from self-awareness.