life
)(an enigma similiar to the human soul)(
is beautiful when I feel ashamed
at the cancerous woman's blushing smile
and speaks of Seville, a most beautiful city,
filled with pretty people.
when my sister, little cannon-sprite that she: is
a wholly grin in her fourth grade picture.
when love is loss and love is gain
and all the women dance in vain.

Yes, indeed,
{life is beautiful then}.