Praises of Life

I want to sing the praises of life,

From the bottom of my heart.

Almost filling the palm of my hand,

Fragments of beauty,

And I ask, what is beauty!?!

For I do not know for sure.

I find everything beautiful.

In one shape or form or another.

Beauty is the prototype of love.

And that, and art is love and beauty;

Now, I can return to my peaceful dreams.

May they be endless in optimism and hope.

And romantic, and erotic.

For joy is the key to feeling no sorrow.

What makes me joyful, you may ask!?!

For now I know love and beauty-

And God is love.