Sleepy Eyes and Messy Hair

Anonymous

To witness true beauty,

That is the goal of life,

True beauty

Is the rarest thing in existence,

Only found in glimpses

Of sunlight,

Of a lover’s eyes,

Of leaves dancing on the wind.

 

Beauty is a riddle,

Twisted within in the mind of each,

To each their own image,

Yet true beauty holds fast—

Freshly-washed face and messy hair,

Sleepy eyes and without a care,

It doesn’t matter,
You are true beauty to me.

 

Others may see the faults in your appearance,

Or the quirks in your personality,

But instead I see

More evidence

For my thesis on your beauty.

 

You make no logical nor poetic sense,

Riddling and bewitching me,

You entrance me in your beauty,

Yet never must I fear

Of feeling self-conscious by your side,

For your beauty is a quiet and nurturing one,

True kindness shining through
In everything you do.

 

Oh yes,

My friend,

You are beautiful,

And I cannot wait to see

Who you pick

To stay with you forever.

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