Beauty is but a moment in time.

Catch it like catching your breath.

Taste it on your tongue,

It blossoms into your nose,

Echoes in your ears,

A sensuous whisper

You can begin to feel on your fingers

Rough like a cat's tongue,

The senses are confused

Until the beauty ends

As all beauty does

And you miss it so badly

That you realize that is often its

Appeal...

Eternity is the end of art.

Rose's are red.