Must everything be so much larger than life
 
A delightful little handshake
certain that the world is a beautiful place
the world as it's known through eyes too young to know better
 
it should be a crime it is a shame
those eyes that smile at beauty must learn to cry at truth
enough to feel compassion but not sorrow
 
Sunsets and autumn trees
are beautiful for being natural
Marble canvas paint and chisels
become beauty as art
eyes filled with conviction
a brow wrinkled with determination
a heart beating like a war drum
to me are the epitome of beauty
 
I love to watch her cut giants down to size