And Still Beauty Is Shining On

A beauty who walked the streets;

Breaking hearts all the way,

Stopping heartbeats

Everyone's, all day.

Walking like a queen from history;

She knew how to play the game,

Full of aura full of mystery

Beauty was her middle name.

Now the time has taken its toll,

For when the time comes to call,

Beauty does fade, one cannot stall

One does always fall.

But still, beauty is shining on her face,

Bidding farewell with lingering grace,

and,Still can be heard,the departing chariot wheel,

Of Venus, over her stately breast trying to steal.