The Loneliness of Beauty

The void of life haunted my existence,

upon a journey for salvation I embarked.

All roads traced of beauty’s fragrance,

thus the overcoming of nihilism charted.

Beauty is in the colours of Renoir,

she whispers in the gestures most airy.

Beauty blesses those unfortunate hearts,

she seduces in the allure of my beloved fairy.

Yet still my chest seemed to fall upon itself,

an unknown emptiness gnawed at my bliss.

Artworks adorned my palatial shelf,

in desolation I savoured my glamorous abyss.

Beyond our wills our encounter graced,

our loneliness from an unknown crypt.

O let us this most cherished gift embrace,

and complete our life with a rosé script.

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