Beautiful

Nothing something beautiful will last long enough,
For it withers up,
All those beautiful things just turn,
Into a dried withered remain,
For how long can you lick the beauty,
It will sooner or later be gone,
Oh beauty oh beauty,
How long can you stay with me,
As no sooner or later,
You will depart,
Leaving behind a trail of your beauty,
Something to remember you by,
Something to cheerish by,
At the end nothing remains of you except memories.