Beauty lies, and so it is underneath this skin where the eyes of winter green, and buttered chin are nursed of heaven’s stain. This love lives on in the darkness and the light. In the coolness of the night, and radical temperment of the day…then for once, whence inside the head the mind may run wild, inviting the angels to stay. Once in a lifetime, love is forgiving. And beauty is its nemesis. This is where I am obliged to indulge on the same road where truth knows folly. And, happenstance is familiar with seduction.