Beauty a fool’s paradise,
Which time eradicates lovingly.
The perfect platonic eyes,
that may mesmerize.
The rosy pink lips,
With perfect fingertips.
Those black vines,
hanging from heaven’s pride.
Beauty a fool’s paradise,
Which time eradicates lovingly.
The perfect platonic eyes,
that may mesmerize.
The rosy pink lips,
With perfect fingertips.
Those black vines,
hanging from heaven’s pride.