By JH Sayyar
When youth departs and roses leave her cheek,
The world grows blind to all that lies within;
No more they seek the wisdom that they seek
When outward grace veils the soul from sin
The mirror dulls, and friends begin to stray,
Their praises hushed, their glances turned aside;
Once flattered eyes now look the other way,
As if her worth with time itself had died.
Yet still she holds the stars within her mind,
A fire no fading flesh could ever quell;
But men, who worship beauty, not the kind,
Cast down her throne and break the sacred spell.
O cruel are the heart that love the face alone
And cold the world when your youth is gone
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