The Sin of Beauty ( 10/12/06 )

This plague that ensues around me,
What can I name it?

This agony that greives upon me,
What will I name it?

This love that develops within me,
What shall I name it?

This hate that revenges upon me,
What may I name it?

Of great ignorance has it grown,
Ignoring the usual proportion,
Gaining only in selfishness,
To shroud the mind of this patient.

Maybe it sprung from the gift, (used to be *from the loan )
Of blessed heavenly salvation,
Only to be thought of less-
As scurrying come the gents.

Now it wanes to a frown, (used to be *Now it come to a frown )
Spreading across my features, patience!
Only time can beat the best, (used to be *Only speed can beat the best )
And the rest hurry on till hence-
A question rises again.

This lovely youth that surrounds me,
What right do i have to name it?

None at all.