The petals fall to the earth.
The sunset fades into the black of night.
Mountains wither into the sea.
Clothes wear down into ragged threads.
Dust settles on the cathedral glass.
Colors fade, Never again shining quite as bright.
Time wears down even the most beautiful of sights.
Yet no matter how many times I see them,
Nothing could ever quench the light from her eyes.
Her beauty never fades.
Each time she is just as graceful as the last.
The beauty of this world pales in comparison to her own.
She is beauty evermore.