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Beauty is simple but often bold
So is the story that must unfold
A creature as sweet as a bird
Could not against him gird
Oh how strange a foolish heart

She surrendered her beauty for love
Her sweetness still matches the dove
Carrying the scars upon her face
Scars recieved in his place
Oh how strange a young heart

He loved her beauty which was matchless
But his lips were careless
To much attention he did draw
Anothers eyes also saw
Oh how strange a weak heart

Swords drawn and fight in pursuit
This fight for beauty did not suit
Struggling to stop her love
A sword did strike this dove
Oh how strange a strong heart

Now beauty sits scarred
The struggle leaves her marred
Her boistrous lover still loves
The other has flown like the doves
Oh how strange a loyal heart

Beauty is not forever
Faith in beauty benefits never
Strength and Loyalty further love
Beauty truly is for the dove
OH HOW STRANGE THE HEART THAT LOVES