Beauty is a fickle beast.
Where has it gone to, I'd like to know?
No precipitous flight, but a gradual perishing.
But then I see the young girls flirting in the park
who must have magically stolen it away.
Chestnut hair, lapislazuli eyes, petal skin,
dècolletè with pomegranate breasts,
hourglass waist, now just a waste,
once able to pick and choose.
So you luscious lasses, heed me I beg.
Enjoy your youthful beauty while you may,
but hedge your bets for future years
acquiring skills, knowledge, relationships.
So that when your looks inevitably fade,
you will still be sought out for other gifts.
For those who've lost it, console yourselves
recalling that many never have possessed it!