Not love, but need, not joy, but cost,A path where something dear is lost.
Amada Paul Israel@israelamadapaul172464
11 months ago
WHEN BEAUTY BOASTS
She gazed upon the mirror’s light,
And saw a face the stars might write.
With lips of fire and eyes that gleam,
She slipped into a golden dream.
She said, “This grace was not for tears,
Nor nights alone, nor hunger’s fears.
Why should the lovely taste despair,
When beauty grants a throne to wear?”
But in the silk of vanity's thread,
A quiet voice of caution bled.
For every jewel and whispered name,
Would cost a soul, would feed the flame.
So starts the walk with painted smile,
Along the street, through shadowed mile
Not love, but need, not joy, but cost,
A path where something dear is lost.
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