Beauty comes in different fashions:
Shiny, white, pale, blue or dark.
Yet the flame which kindles passions
Comes from the Eternal Spark.

Names are thousands for a feeling,
Words are useless to express
What our thoughts conjure in dreaming,
What our dreams describe, no less.

"We all live but once; so why then
Have I lived a stranger's life?"
It's a question haunting us when
We're caught in the hopeless strife.
And we lose ourselves once more
In the beauty we adore.