Some love the summer, some love the winter,
And the love of both cannot be equal at once.
Some love taking, others love giving,
And the love of both can never be equal at once.
They say, our love flows where it finds beauty.
Beauty ! Oh Beauty ! What are you ?!
And where do you dwell ?!
I love the beauty of the desert dry,
Which like an open sea with waves of sand
Flirts with the brain and amazes the eye,
Restless hills dance over a restless land.
I love the beauty of the forest wild,
Which like a ripe virgin brimful of lust
Seduces the man and plays with the child,
Beauteous heaven full of hellish dust.
I love the taste of honey burning cold
On her lips which like strawberries collapse,
As my arms spoon her with a kindled mold
And hours seem to hastily elapse.
Oh Beauty ! As though a lone cloud you flow,
With countless shapes within our heads you glow.
