The Beauty We are Blind to


What is beauty? , A boon or curse?
Is it the night sky full of
stars?

What is beauty? Faces or flaws?
Or is it the scar on your cheek?
Which I long to kiss
while being gentle and slow?

What is beauty? Is it the golden sunlight?
Or is it your warm brown eyes?
Don't mask the truth, my pretty man,
Are you an angel in disguise?

I wished to let you know,
how pretty you are,
Such a beauty, such a heartbreaker.


Will we meet? Will I win?
Where shall I find you, my love?
Where shall I begin?

Will it remain the same,
when you will get old and sick?
The world is cruel, my love,
All they see is a perfect face,
smooth hair and fair skin.

But to me, you will remain the prettiest star,
The prettiest being in my
universe,
Because beauty is not what lies on the outside,
Beauty is the reverse.

Far away from the vast blue sky,
Amidst the unseen stars,
There is a door to my heart,
For you, home of ours.

And when you come,
Please wake me up,
Call me by my name,
I yearn for you, come to me,
For beauty is where you are, my home.
© wri_ch@rl!e_✍️