Girls are such exquisite things 
Fragile, dainty, deadly things. 

Men are clumsy, mauling clods 
Crushing girls like brutal Gods. 

She is fragrant, lovely, light 
Her hands move like birds in flight. 

I am old and scarred and tired 
Still my heart her beauty fired. 

Knew it hopeless, turned to go - 
Gods of heartache, thundered "No!" 

I should stay and suffer more? 
What are songs of Beauty for! 

         TenEyck Van Deusen