Beauty has a head, and many children.
“Ravish the ravishing body!” cries the world
“Look upon it, because it cannot look back!”
But Beauty has a head, and Beauty sees you
When you look on her body.
Who makes love to a head? they laugh
Beauty’s eyes are waiting for thine ...
How cruel, when you accuse the flesh
And have not searched the eyes
How cruel, to take the flesh
And consider not the head.
Who makes love to a statue?
It may seem that by turning the head
One may avoid entanglement
And merely enjoy the flesh
But flesh wounds and leaves its scars
It’s memories and repercussions
Freedom lies in the head
Be not ignorant of Beauty’s blessing
See, here is Beauty’s head
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