Beauty 1 Poem by Josh Alfred

Of fair youth, hear the calling
Of the allure, like morning dawning.
Take of thee a form enthralling
Produce for nature's share, my darling.
Mix flesh with love that beauty might
Have an appearance to each in sight
Take not back thy blackest night
For even the emptiest void is filled with light.
Desire as to hear her song
Of all that sings in her throng
And if it were a tidbit wrong
To produce another thee, so strong
Thy wouldn't know, beyond nature's guise
For what? To replicate thy self for wasteful eyes?
Not, but for two hearts smitten with humanity.
As to create for thyselves a mutual reality.