Jan 25, 2006 22:52
Face value.
Judging a car by its paint job.
Like a guy with a slut,
It's just a cheap blow job.
Nothing better than it seems.
Outside beauty, all that gleams.
Have we lost our dreams?
Take a beauty of a different kind.
Learn to see a person's mind,
Beauty deeper than the rind,
For what is beauty to the blind?
I see love,
And it's not just
Paper hearts and heirs we wear.
Love is thought, soul.
poetry