Remember this my
Dear boy beauty
Is some thing
To be given
And not possessed
If you lock
Away beauty it
Withers let it
Illuminate dark corners
Let it smile
Never covet it
For then it
Sours turning from
Grape to vinegar
Remember this my
Dear boy beauty
Is some thing
To be given
And not possessed
If you lock
Away beauty it
Withers let it
Illuminate dark corners
Let it smile
Never covet it
For then it
Sours turning from
Grape to vinegar