The Rarest Beauty is the Most Desirable

The Rarest Beauty is the most Desirable

I walked for a century

Through darkness and misery

When I was about to lose hope

And my mind could no longer cope

My heart reminded me

That her beauty was a delicacy

If I could find her

I would feast for eternity

I struggled on for another century

She first came to me in a dream

When she touched my soul

I could have screamed

She held me tight and whispered softly

Quit what you are doing

And come find me

I woke from my dream in a panic

The echo of her voice surrounded me

Surrounded me still as in my dream

I have loved many women

And have bed many more

But this type of beauty

I have never seen before

Sure her physical self

Was beyond compare

Those lips those eyes

Her flowing brown hair

But it was her compassion

And her touch that made her rare

Most beauty is a superficial thing

Skin deep and easy to crack

As fragile as a glass ring

Or it is fleeting lyke a sunset

Or a virgin on an altar as an offering

No, her beauty was immortal

Her touch everlasting

Her passion unrelenting

Her love unfailing

Her beauty was of the rarest

And thus, the most desirable