Beauty is the eye of the beholder
beauty in the hand becomes spoiled
creation is the heart of passion
desire is the blood newly boiled
rapture is my secret that's been hidden
waiting for the day it can be told
for the piper to seduce it from its hiding
and polish it to a shining gold
this work of art is unfinished
there's a story deep within still unwritten
a spirited romance disguised as tragedy
just waiting for someone to look and listen
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