A Chorus On Quality

Days are short that display beauty,
But I have lived eternally.
In days enwrought with loveliness...
I have seen some quality.

Men are few that notice charm.
That flirt with truth and ecstasy.
What men are million that can note,
For few can tell what more cannot.

Hands are naught that can transform
A beauteous smile to poetry.
I've seen a smile that made my hands
Be first to write of quality.

I sing the song of ecstasy,
Loveliness and purity.
I sing with magnanimity...
My poetry is quality.