Beauty is like a flower,
as a bud it starts with hopes
of things to come.
As this bud doth open slowly
the power of its beauty
burst forth into a!
Spreading wide it's petals,
like a child who grows up strong.
The beauty unfolds like magic
an the soul is sweet with nothing wrong,
it's beauty will come bursting forth!
Heaven's blessing on the soul
whose beauty is near perfection.
Without the darkness to dwell within,
then cloth itself in beaty's mold.