Dear Beauty, why must you behave so immodestly?

I heard last week another tale and honestly

You are lavishly sumptuous and unashamed

Of being ridiculously untamed

You and I, Beauty, are not so same

Yet I write another letter, as you live in fame

You will not last forever, all material shall end

And you will be left with no friend

Now now, fear not though young one

For I shall add, you are always young and won

Beauty, you are more than material, more than visible

I write these letters to tell you of your invisible

Dear beauty, you may just justify your immodesty

Say you may be accused falsely

Say I have had grudges of my own

But for all I have known

You are loved yet you are not forever, not everything ‘

It is another matter, your praises that they sing