There are times when you are beautiful
And there are times when you are not
Beauty is not eternal
Thus it is not constant
It flickers like the wondrous flame
As it does your beauty pales
And you appear...
Just like the rest of us
If but for brief moments
So we capture the wonder
When we can
Shelf it in our albums
So we can look upon you beautifully
In moments
Where flames never die
At beauty from which
We would never look away
Static in time
Or fluid above it
When you are beautiful
Before you are not.