Beyond the limits of beauty

When blurry lines of beauty speak.
Our souls do sing as pleasure peaks
 
And if we should avert our eyes
Doth beauty form a new disguise
 
She hunts us down as truth doth seek
Her gentle caress upon our cheek
 
And when we attempt to turn away
Her fairness doth command we stay
 
For in our hearts lives true desire
That justice loves and cannot mire
 
And so we seek a shroud that may
Cloak us in the auspice of the day.
 

Nicole Cullinan