Beauty
A kiss...
Is that too much to ask?
Or a softly spoken word?
A thought of kindness from your lips
That none but we have heard?

What do you think?
What do you know?
In my eyes
Does the hunger show?

What do I think
When my eyes tell my brain
That the beauty I see
Makes hunger a pain?

So tell me, my love,
Do you know what I feel?
And if you did?
Would it make your head reel?

I love you, Beauty;
Am I then a beast?
Do you argue my words
On what my eyes feast?