Where Beauty Lives
Where beauty lies is foreign
A land not under feet
To one day travel, venture
To go there, for to meet
With hopes and aspirations
Of dreams, then, to come true
With beauty there, I’ll wander
Across the waters, blue
For there is all the passion
As two then grow to be
Like a flower in the garden
Grown, from one small seed
A blossoming of feelings
A bouquet of new rewards
A blessing of ascetic wonder
For two beings in accord
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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