Power of Beauty

What is it that makes a heart beat?
I've lived my life with these feet.
Never stable never still
Life doesn't give me much thrill.

Yet, here I am here I'll stay
Because beauty has captured me in every way
Home, love, nature, nurture,
What will hold me here with her?

I was meant to wander, 
and wander I will.
Till the power of beauty
cuts through obsessive duty.

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