Beauty dies
but
True love never dies,
I saw her in church my eyes beheld beauty right before God's eyes,
Slowly she started singing her voice was all the more beautiful,
Beauty dies but true love never does,
And slowly i started falling,
Convinced and conveyed by her shape,
Her smile brought heaven trembling down in a muse,
So etiquette her lips ajar,
She once looked into my eyes
My word i started falling and sinking in dread,
Beauty dies but true love never does ,
Vainly she stoped coming to church, and the beauty my eyes once saw in church died straight away.
She never stopped being beautiful the fact is beauty died where i found it,
Beauty disappeared where i found it,
But love follows me where ever i go,
Beauty dies but love never does..
Thank you