When I can be beautiful again

The roses in sin,
The matters of the heart,
The brevity of unknown pleasures
Blind the seeking eye.

An inch of pain,
The touch of assurance,
The conceit of love
Blind the seeking eye.

I quote in silence..

Then rises the penitent storm,
That none can see
It confers upon the great will,
The grant of truth and more to sense.

I still quote in silence..

The roses in sin,
The matters of the heart,
The brevity of unknown pleasures
Blind the seeking eye.

An inch of pain,
The touch of assurance,
The conceit of love
Blind the seeking eye.