In deep regret, I must confess that beauty never pays.
My tears today, dates back to the day I saw her pretty face.
My eyes were glued to her seducing body that I couldn't let her go.
Her beauty made me blind and lust made me deaf and dumb.
I was instigated by my peers but rejected by fellow believers.
She appeared in my dreams and featured in my visions.
I didn't hesitate to let the cat out of the bag and take her to the alter.

I had eventually payed her bride price which elevated her pride.
In my dreams, I had married the most beautiful lady in the whole world.
In my sight, I had married the queen of my heart and the pilot of my joy.
But little did I know that she held the key to my daily sorrow.
She was the captain and foundation of my fundamental temmerity.
I never knew I had sold my destiny to Lucifer himself.
I stole the black heart of hell and hid it in my bossom,symbolizing it with a golden ring.

I regret pronouncing those compulsory vows,"For better,for worse".
I have been captivated that death alone can liberate me.
I have been buried beneath the pool of eternal tears.
I don't know how my tears sink through your conscience,
but my so called wife, I curse my eyes for setting upon your personality.
She has been the torn in my flesh and the curse upon my destiny.
That ugly heart of hers was hidden within a beautiful body.
My eternal sorrow has been a great evidence supporting the fact that beauty is deceptive.
And therefore, true beauty is not of the body but within the heart.

© Jay Lit