Beauty.

Beauty is my muse
And my mistress.
She touches me with her long, slender fingers,
Entwines her memory round my heart.
I have yearned for her a long time,
Found and lost her
Before I even knew she was here.
She has loved me long
And has stayed near,
Although darkness
And the night
Has obscured her from me.
She is my true vision
and my heart,
Forever and for all time.
She is the golden truth,
The unchangeable.
She is my immortal rock of ages.