Where Beauty Is

Where beauty is, and happy was,
Alas – the world has broken, too:
I did the best I could, but it
Was nowhere near enough for you

The good we do, the bad we say,
These all lay jumbled in a mess;
But still, there’s perfume in the air,
And bits of pain and loneliness,

And else that desperation bears.
We all know love’s negation —
Where beauty is, the silence reigns
For love’s forgone

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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