I often see the emptiness
In the eyes that look at me,
They only find true loveliness
In fashion, looks, and things they see.
To them, a hairstyle's beautiful,
A new shirt's nice, a glance, a gaze.
The features of a face, the boots, the chest,
In flashy pictures, lost in daze.
But beauty of the soul, alas,
They’ve never managed to perceive.
The acts, the courage, family,
And the beauty of a love that’s deep.
To see the beauty in a deed,
A homeless feeding cats in need.
When choosing partners, looks are prime,
To all, appearance means so much.
But what if beauty’s faithless, yet
The plain is loyal, true in touch?
They seek a trendy, perfect mold,
For a white prince on a white steed.
Though happiness is near, untold,
Kind, skilled, and wise indeed.
Yet no, they crave another kind,
A perfect one, in mind, they find.
She should be blonde, and wealthy, too,
With ample chest, and intellect.
An interesting, clever muse,
Who can do all, in every respect.
Play, cook, jest, be ever true,
And love sincerely, deeply, too.
But know this truth if you still doubt,
Perfection simply doesn’t sprout.
We all have flaws, and sins, and errs,
Life’s filled with missteps and detours.
We love just simply for love’s sake,
Even if one’s a bit of a flake.
And if they’re flawed or if they’re ill,
You’ll love them endlessly, still.
If you’re not blind, nor foolish, then
You’ll see the beauty deep within.
An act, a kindness, soul that’s true,
Don’t let them go, but hold them tight.
This person might become your world,
And want to be yours day and night,
Loving you with all their might.
Rabbid
