The Beautiful Ones Are Finally Born

Come take a look, look all through And tell me again ‘‘the beautiful ones are not yet born” That’s disgusting, I feel emotionally torn apart by hypothesis sayings For the darkness that had convulsed my soul, has now known light She emerged like a deeming light, in strikes of passion; She hit me all sparkling like an angel My life witnessed the birth of something special and pure; The abyss of passion that completely overwhelmed me She gives me a remedy to this ill earth, and cursed world A man’s sin and the hope of his redemption has always been a woman I won’t praise her using dusty and old titles; “Princes, honey” All I know, being with her is always worthwhile In noble eminence, she still remains the woman of my life By; Oswell Brian