Beautiful Love

Love and Beauty once had a fight.

Beauty claimed he is great,

Gifts all pleasure and delight.

But our poor Love is still illiterate,

Knows not to say words of wisdom,

Neither to lead nor to follow.

All he knows is to exploit the freedom,

And wherever he wishes he does go.

But this time he said, "I know not

To fight but may argue a little.

You may have won whenever fought,

But I had cancelled many a battle.

The more I'm in a tiny heart,

The more you appear in the eyes.

The more I leave the little heart,

The less you appear in the eyes."

"But I think it's the other way round..."

Flowed out words of Beauty,

"...and I may hold your count

And that for me is quite easy."

"I can admit if you could reason

Just this one thing that I mention,"

Began Love without a treason,

"...Man had ne'er seen in real a Satan.

Yet he pictures him the ugliest

In his dreams and in his imagination.

You could grasp it once you think it best.

Love comes first, Beauty- just a reflection."

The moment followed Beauty did think

And then his face had turned pale.

He stood frozen without even a blink.

Then he is cute to admit, "I did fail."

Love and Beauty once had a fight

And off course Love did win the prize.

Again and again with all his might

Love wins the hearts and every race.