Your love is real beauty.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Your love is real beauty.
The morning air began to bleed into the beautiful earth. Birds sang across the field and the sun rode across the sky.
To observe art as an impersonal thing is common. Between the lines an shapeless blurs is a singular experience outside the trivial.
Be careful, my darling, in the city - a place where men are distracted by beauty.
A beautiful light passed his face. I have done all I can. I hope to look back upon my life and say I was a man.
A rose such youth and beauty standing apart in a bed of flowers.
The snow began to drive thickly, I, without coat appeared in the yard at length in the radiance of rough weather. I stared at my beautiful hostess.
The world is beautiful, it's not just city. Mountains, woods, animals, oceans - I could take you there.
My girl, a beauty men will understand... her sensuous, devourous lips - I brooded and bit her lips, my soul lost in a sorcerous girl.
I found him as beautiful as a dream. My head ran from morning til night. Ah, the poetry I'd written.