By Any Other Name

Stealing beauty
Fussed with time
Her heart transcends
With every line
A canvas grows deeper
Once pallid then grand
A story so subtle
Richness with appearance bland
A mask so unknowing
Shaded with every new tale
A mark for the madness
A crease to mar her sweet veil
A shape of expression
Remnants of poised regret
Beauty cast in wisdom
For it is not stolen yet