Beauty Poem

What you call beauty,

I call Superficiality

What you call ‘Whatever’

That’s what I call Beauty

The real kind

Because does it matter

If one has the body, the face

That of a god’s

If one is all brawn,

No need for brains, no questions asked

The picture-perfect image?

If they no heart

Have no brain

No spark of life, no love?

If all that matters is a pretty face

How do you even plan, think, expect

To find your happiness?

They’d be like a statue

And you’d be a lonely shell

Of what could be possible

Well maybe,

You, only you,

could be happy

You whose expectations

Are singularly based

On that which the eyes meet

Oh dear darling

Don’t do that

Looks won’t last

And wrinkles will start

Gray hairs will sprout,

And so will your tears

You know what,

You’d learn a lesson,

Looks don’t matter

Only the heart

Only the love

The true beauty