As time goes on, Things change
Colors shift, Attracting eyes
But can also be so deranged
And abuses the lovely smise
For restless time turns the warmth
Of a man to a shell, broken and cold
Stripped of his worth
His beauty suppressed, Barren, And sold
If not for its purity
He\'d slip into a trap
Beauty deprived from insecurity
The memory hard to grasp
When purity outwits the dark
It loses its appearance; But their heart still is kind