Beauty

My skin do they try to touch
My essence do they try to obtain
But it is through trials of error and such
That I do slip away

They name me truly perfection
But my virtues do they leave in dereliction
The masses lack the necessary precaution
They do suffer the worst of in-caution
They pursue me until I suffer from exhaustion
My heart aches as they partake in their decisions
As they fight for what they wrongly envision

My touch has long been lost in all but nature
As the rose pedals fall I flutter in the wind
My essence lays within even the most grotesque rock
To the most flawless gem
I am all these things
for I am beauty