I love all beauteous things, each grace,
that walks with beauty, leaves its trace,
through fields of time, where harvest gleams,
will beauty come, or fade in dreams?
Let me love beauteous things, fierce and free.

From Parthenon’s ancient stone,
timeless wisdom has brightly shone.
I learn from every light that gleams,
In ancient beauty, truth redeems.
Love beauteous things, fierce and free—let me.

A moment musicale—for them all,
A song that rises, soft to call.
Through adventure in clouded or starry sea.
beauty in its greeting, sings to me,
fierce and free. Let me love beauteous things.

The singer’s voice, adrift in cloud,
Euclid alone has seen, unbowed,
the beauty bare, untouched by time—
a truth eternal, pure, sublime.
Let me love beauteous things, fierce and free.

Beauty, ever to the lonely mind,
a solace sought, a peace to find.
In silent hours, it wraps the heart,
as a source of calm when worlds depart.
Love beauteous things, fierce and free—let me.

Say not that beauty’s moment’s brief,
But a balm for every hidden grief.
It lingers, like a star’s soft glow,
A balm for heartache, a steady flow,
fierce and free. Let me love beauteous things.

Let beauty come, let beauty stay,
through every step along the way.
At every glance, in every line,
In praise of beauty, we resign,
let me love beauteous things. Fierce and free.

It connects us to a world profound,
where hearts in harmony resound.
For beauty’s essence, pure and bright,
heals the soul, inspires flight.
Love beauteous things, fierce and free—let me.

In every moment, beauty thrives,
as a guiding force in all our lives.
It transcends the fleeting, the individual pain,
as a timeless reflection that will remain,
fierce and free. Let me love beauteous things.