Beauty is to be expressed
Beauty reflected
Contains de ego of the heart
One beauty is seen by some eyes
Other eyes may see a different one
Beauty it existeth not
'tis only the reflections of the heart
Beauty is a force
Emitted and perceived
Beautiful or beautiless is only a matter of the heart
'tis only simple immaterial connexions
The human being knoweth how to perceive one beauty
Full of appearance and void of heart
Only few of them
Emit the ego of their heart
Only few of them
Can tell beautiful from beautiless
My eyes are filled with horror
Of beings so despicable
Putting beauty to the measure
As if it had been matter
Through fortune or through fate
Beauty is measured out
And the measuring is done
By those that have it not
Oftentimes a lovely soul
Showeth not what it possesseth
Oftentimes an evil heart
Shows what it possesseth not
Look at thy heart
Look at my heart
Look at thy face
Look at my face
… nothing that thou seeth
Is more real than a dream…
