Beauty, like ice voice
Our foot betrays, no choice
Who can walk on sweetness
Slippery track meetness
Satisfied with the elegance surface
Quickly skid on the face
I saw the dangers for a mile
That I cannot avoid in awhile
But I always drawn to it
I can't get enough from it
Forgive me for my misdeed
I am just a beauty addicted
Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
John Dryden
