Sonnet: Beauty Fades Away Poem by Franchesca Mia Tortoza

Beauty is everything to everyone,
Something worth beholding, a work of art,
Worth even more than friendship, even fun,
Able to touch even the blackest heart.
Beauty isn't admired because it lasts,
Not called heaven for it's permanent state.
But beloved, wanted, if only to seize,
A miniscule glimpse before cruel fate,
Arrives and changes the way the wind blows.
Beauty is that shining star in the sky.
Beauty is that one perfect, flawless rose,
That faultless gold piece no money can buy.

Yet no one sees, at the end of the day,
All that has beauty will soon fade away.