I’ll never have to go beauty dry.
Beauty will be there for me as long as I live.
I carry my own beauty with me in my body.
That means, my beauty is duty-free.
If I lovingly water it, my beauty thrives
and I’ll never have to go beauty dry.
Even if I’m ugly, I’m beautiful in my own eyes:
if such enticements may thee move.
(the beauty I carry with me in my body,
true beyond smirch of infamy),
come live with me and be my love,
and we’ll never have to go beauty dry.
Star-drops (or grains) in the glass of eternity,
wherever we happen to cast our gaze,
beauty abides because we carry it with us.
We drank all the wine in the sacristy,
and we’ll die but our beauty never will,
because beauty was never ours to get or give,
though we carry it with us in our bodies.
