Beauty
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Mankind is so often deceived to believe that
Beauty rests only in the happy and unbroken,
But oh how they are blind to it spilling forth
From the wounds of the shattered soul.
It is beauty that is found
When darkness assaults the eyes,
When hopelessness blinds the mind
And when unbearable pain torques the body.
And why is it that so often the beauty of
Poetry or art
Even in its desolate depictions
Weigh down our souls with grief?
Because of love.
Behind every thorny snare
And swollen cloud
That plagues our existence
Is our love for the contrary
Summoned most especially in times of
Darkness and despair.
It is the knowledge that no joyful thing
Will forever last
That plants seeds of love in our hearts
And that love
Inflamed by time
Chokes the heart with its thorny vines
And ensnares the soul
With such tempestuous beauty
Of what is now a mere memory.
Our love would not be so strong
Nor beauty existent
If immortality were to strike
The gaieties that make our hearts
Soar to the heavens.