Oh, How Cold And Treacherous

Beauty

Your hands are sweaty

As you take him in

You wonder what he sees

Or does not see when his

Eyes only briefly flicker like a

Spot light onto your dumbfound body

Does he see beauty?

Or does it really matter

Is he in love utterly and urgently

as you are?

Do you even care?

You know your not perfect

Or as desired

But within your heart

Your heart beats only for him

He has his faults

But don't we all?

Aren't we all gifted and cursed

Yet loved so equally by many different people

With many different names

See that's the beauty

You take what we are or you miss out

On this beautiful star